what was even the point?

Okay so basically since i was like 13 ive been a drug degenerate or wtv u wanna call it but i was only on dxm and dph then when i was 14 my mom caught me for the first time then she started getting insanely strict like i had to constantly be around her in stores i couldnt leave the house unless she knew 100% where i was and only could hang out with friends she trusted so then i started getting downbad not my proudest moments i got into fake xanax (later i learned it was fetty) and whippets my mom caught me time after time i had multiple suicide attempts got hospitalized twice started cutting myself a shit ton im doing better now like way better like im cali sober i only smoke weed and do psychedelics like lucy shrooms and stuff which even then like i don't even be getting high like that its like once in a blue moon stopped self harming and genuinely a better person and guess what all of a sudden it doesn't even matter shes kicking me out to live with my dad which i dont mind my dads a stoner hes fine with me doing editables and shit but turns out my mom was talking about me like im some degenerate junkie whos constantly high my dad told me over the phone that my mom called him and said to him "im sick of eli's shit i cant deal with him no more hes getting out of hand hes living with you now" (I havent touched a single pill picked up a blade or even touched a whippet can in MONTHS) other than coming home smelling like weed one time which is like im not doing literal shit that can kill me like i used to which is better but like i dont know like im fine with living with my dad and i prefer it its just it kinda hurts hearing your own mom even after bettering yourself and shit treat you like a fucking junkie its like what was the point of even going through the withdrawls of quitting shit if im gonna be viewed the same way