There’s no one who stresses me out now, but a few years ago, back when I was in foster care, the woman who WAS my foster mom at the time used to stress me out. I couldn’t stand her. She would TRY to barge in my room while I was trying to get dressed in the morning (I’m NOT comfortable with other people seeing me naked), she would call me downstairs for something completely stupid that I don’t give a crap about sometimes (one time she called me down while she was watching some reality show on tv because she wanted me to see how many bras this woman on TV had) (I don’t give a crap how many bras some other woman has, I only care about how many bras I have), and one time, she made me pour WAAAAYYYY more milk into my oatmeal then I wanted. I’m glad I don’t live there anymore. I’m living with my biological brother now and I’m happy. I’m very close to my brother and as for that woman, I hope all that fast food she ate gave her a heart attack and killed her. When I was living there, we ate WAAAAYYYY too much fast food. I don’t miss her, but I do miss her husband. He was nice.