It wasn't that bad, I got bigger than my mother and kicking my ass became too much work for her and I could just stay out of the house/avoid her more plus I was earning my own money (you better believe I was paying bills) and we were just kinda roommates at that point, no emotional investment in each other at all... I wasn't truly fucked up until I left home and discovered how actual functional families worked and shit I'd been through was not in fact common