Tomorrow, I'm calling social services to see if there are any viable alternatives to living with my god-complexed narcissistic parents. This evening, my mother rolled back weeks of psychiatric progress I had made by being a total nagging bitch to me while I was eating dinner. I had bought and was planning on giving her a gift card for Valentine's, but now she doesn't deserve it (and my genuinely accepting church is now my official Valentine), and I probably won't give it to anyone unless either of my parents wises the hell up (the next day I would be able to give is my father's birthday in May).