Was I in the right?

Ok, so my mom is super manipulative and horrible and rude. She constantly tells me how ugly I am, or how useless I am to her, or she constantly points out my flaws, is super rude to guests, And makes everyone feel less of themselves.

So let’s start from the beginning:

Most of my siblings had moved out of the house and this was around mid August when this happened. So one time a family friend was checking up on me, and he showed up at around 11 o clock at night, because I hadn’t been calling my sister as of lately and she sent him over, so I look outside my bedroom window and I see him standing at the door. And I open the door and let him in he says he came to check on me Make sure I’m okay and whatever and when I tell my mom this, she’s all like “so now you’re a slut for black guys? First it was white guys now it’s black guys?” And I sit there telling her “it’s not like that he was checking up on me because Sara (sis) sent him there, he was only in and out for a few minutes” and my mom laughs in my face and says “You Just LOOOOVE opening your legs to anyone who gives you the attention don’t you, you’re just like your sister. A deviant” And she holds this grudge against me for weeks and she insults me telling me that I’m just a whore or a slut. but eventually, my sister steps in and tells her what I told her and she’s all apologetic, and shit and of course my dumbass forgives her again

And yet my mom has the audacity to say “why do you hate me? I don’t understand why you do.”

So fast forward to thanksgiving dinner, and I’m loading up on my plate laughing with family friends and family members cracking joke and my mom gets all mad at me, saying “Why do you have to eat so much food? You’re like a dirty fat pig.” And I end up eating in my room and crying all night long.

Fast forward to today, that she’s on the phone with my brother telling him that I’m being useless, and that I smell gross. So I shout out mid phone call: “Yeah And I cant wait to put you in a nursing home where I won’t ever visit you or let you see your grandkids, and I’ll tell them you died in a grandma farm.”

Was I too harsh?