I am so done with my family.  Since Dad is out on the road, there is no one to police my Mom and my brother, Matt.  Matt is Mom's "little golden boy," and that's all he'll ever amount to in life unless he starts to use his own brain instead of acting as a carbon copy of Mom.  And apparently Mom has failed to realize that I'm different from Matt.  For starters, I don't like to talk all day long.  I need time to myself after a full day of intereacting with others.  Second, I don't agree with everything that she thinks.  Third, I won't just sit there and take her crap, I'll fight back.  I'm so tired of it all.  It's continuous, and looks as if there's no end in sight.