Slandering my mother like a real son does

My mother has been gone for a little while now but I want to rant about what that little BITCH used to do because I HATE HER. EVEN IN DEATH I HATE HER

I go to doctors appointments often and she told me that I just wanted more time off school. Incorrect. I love going to school and I’m a top student. I hate not being at school for a valid reason. I would never fake something like that. I go to the doctors often because of issues I have which my family as completely refused to adress until now. I have multiple things to go to the doctors for because none of my family gives a shit about me. 

She also told me that I act like ‘the only person in the world who’s ever been anaemic’ so? I have it more severely than anyone I bloody know has ever had it, Ive fainted multiple times because of it, and sometimes I can’t even stand up for more than 10 minutes because of it. I’m disabled. I’m going to talk about it. I do admit I’m the #1 complainer but she doesn’t even know me well enough to hear half of my whining. She herself acts like the only person who’s ever had an abusive husband; she raves about it constantly and victimises herself so much that she can’t even admit that she herself was abusive. She treats everyone like they’re her ex husband rather than her children, her friends, etc. I used to act like that too, but when I saw my actions the way they actually were I stopped doing them. I’ve told her why I dislike her and she still thinks I’m ‘my father’s son’ and is malicious towards her all of the time on purpose. 

She also told me that she’s been through all of it before. Like…yeah? Exactly? I’d expect the person who broke a fucking cabinet with her huge head when she collapsed probably due to anaemia and stress to understand her son, who is anaemic and stressed. Like…doesn’t that mean you should UNDERSTAND me? Not belittle me? 

She told me that I need to tell her about more things because I lived with her, but would belittle me and shut me down every time I talked about something I dealt with. Transgenderism? Shut down. Painful leg which is ONLY GETTING WORSE? Shut down. Anaemia? Shut down. The only thing she half cared about was my OCD but she also told me to stop shutting doors, my main ocd compulsion. But when I complained ONCE about her running around checking everything right at my bedtime for 30+ minutes straight I’m the villain. Sure. God I hate her. Glad she’s gone