Unfiltered Story #322939
When I was 13, I lived with my mom and younger sister after my parents’ divorce. My dad was unable to take us in because he was the one who left, so he had no place for kids to live in; his own living arrangements were precarious.
The first house we lived in after the divorce was a two-story split level house with bathrooms on both floors. The one in the lower floor was me and my sister’s while Mom got the top floor one.
The lower floor bathroom was also the laundry room, and it was like either the laundry area or the bathroom area were afterthoughts with how weird and sloppy the general layout was. The shower looked like an upended bathtub, and we put up a thin almost see-through shower liner as the “curtain”. The washer and dryer was right in front of the shower.
I was taking a shower one day when Mom came in to do the laundry. I started to holler at her to get out; the laundry can wait 10 minutes (I took very short showers, even if I were washing my hair or shaving).
Her reply was to tell me to “shut up or I will open the curtain to look at you”.
I shut up and was very happy when she finally left. It’s just one the many forms of abuse we went under while living with Mom. She used my own sense of privacy and boundaries against me many times, but that was the most blatant.