I don't want to go. Not yet. I am nowhere NEAR ready. I wanted to stay at college an extra year to do the Art Foundation (which is a one year degree) before going to Uni to do Philosophy and English Language; that way I would keep my options open in case I suddenly realise which career I want to go into.

Whenever I tried to explain to her that this would benefit me, she would shout over me I'm wasting my life, a year at college will do fuck all for me, I need to pull myself together, throwing insults at me, saying I was stupid and useless and shit at art and that I only want to stay because I like my teacher and follow my (non-existing) friends blindly.

I just don't want to do it anymore. I COULD apply for the foundation course, of course I could. But then I would have to live with her shouting and criticising and hating and resenting me everyday, and I just would not cope. I would go to Uni without the money she has saved for my "education". I could not move out because I have no job and no money.

So fuck it; I will do the academic subjects. I will piss off out of her way.

But I will not speak to her again. I will be civil and polite, but that's it. Forget Holidays and whatever. This "relationship" is over; she doesn't listen and I have no fight left in me.

My friends keep telling me "she will always be your mum and support you no matter what happens"

No she won't. Her worse fear is that I'll become pregnant before I'm married, but she would rather I had a bastard child as she will call it than allow me to do this degree for a year.
She is Russian and unreasonable, and all she cares about is that she can prove that she's a good mother by having me go to University, get a job earning a ton of money regardless of whether I enjoy it or not, get married, have lots of pretty children and thank her for all of it.

I just give up. She has officially crushed my soul. excuse my dramatic language.

Thank you , mother.

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Strive to be extraordinary
Mediocrity is not an option

Who has the login details for your UCAS form?  You do.  Whose life is it?  Yours.

Put whatever the fucking hell you like on your own bloody UCAS form for god's sake.  No one, not even your mother, has the right to tell you what to do on this.

Trust me, I rushed into university.  I spent my whole first year being friendless and fucking miserable.  I barely passed the year.

Stand up for yourself!  You're talking like one of the many 12-year-olds on here who go "my mum grounded me aww no fair".

You're way too old for this bullshit, trust me.

No one can tell you what to do.  Live your life as you want, not as how your mother wants you to turn out.

You are her child, not her pet.