WOPR said:
Let me put this in perspective and keep it short...
This is MY computer
I built it
I paid for the parts
almost every piece of this is MINE!
...my mom says that it's hers and she allows me to use it, and she constantly threatens to take it away!
Sure it was hers originally... but after she killed it with a virus and said "you can have it" and I replaced EVERY PART OF IT. she wants it back?
Mind you Yes I'll admit, the Plastic Shell casing and the CD-drive are hers... but the DVD drive, the RAM, the processor, the video card, the motherboard, the speakers, the headset, the hard drive, and 99% of the installed files (everything but Bookworm, The Sims, and WordPerfect)
ARE MINE! and came out of MY POCKET
...note I'm 18
another note, yes I did feel like posting this after reading about that kid and his facebook problem with his mom
...oh and the anti-virus software that keeps finding things from her facebook clicking is also mine, and she dosen't even know how to use the anti-virus software, she thinks "It works by itself and scans every day"
...yeah well WHO set it to do that?
Being 18 buys you nothing. Actually, at this point, it's a liability.
She's in charge of the house, you're under her roof, using who-knows-what-else of hers (car? We don't know your sitch.). And
because you're 18, she could stop that at basically any moment. If you're not paying rent--and I mean
rent, not occasionally buying some groceries--then you're living more on her dime than you might think. Don't be in such a hurry to challenge the ruler of the roost.
Something you haven't told us, though, is
why she keeps threatening to take it away. That's some important information if we're to make any kind of reasonable judgement in this situation. If you're already not playing by her rules, you're digging your own grave... unless of course you're ready to move out and support yourself, in which case you should.
Bottom line, her house. No ifs, ands, or buts. Until you've got it under your own roof and your name is on all of the bills, none of it
really belongs to you. Sad fact of being an 18-year-old kid.