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Two and a half days. Also how I came to really understand how abusive my mother is. I needed surgery for a knee injury. I wasn't allowed to eat since the evening before. I went in, had surgery and my parents took me home to "take care of me". I was so hungry after the surgery because it was like 2 pm and I hadn't eaten since maybe 4 pm the day before, so I asked if we can stop for food. I was told no, we have food at home. "Home" was an hour by car away.

So we come home, I somehow manage to get into bed and ask for food. My mother exploded, yelled at me to not be a lazy good-for-nothing that slouches around on the bed and that the only way I was getting any food was by getting up and sitting at the dining table like a normal person. I really don't know why I thought they'd treat me better this time. I guess I thought they'd know it's a legit surgery (unlike non-legit things like flu and fever that has never been an excuse to stay in bed). Anyway, I had my bottle of water with me but no food. Probably not enough water either. On the evening of my second day there my leg was feeling good enough for me to hobble into the kitchen and grab some snacks.

On the bright side, I learned that the stuff I've been telling myself like "Yeah they're assholes but will be there for me when I need them" was a lie.