Boyfriends, Mums and taxi's

I had a lovely day and night out with my boyfriend today. We went down town to do a bit of shopping, then we went to the park and lazed for a while. It was good to just do nothing, sitting on the grass and looking at the blue sky for a while. We haven't had a chance to just chill together for a while and I had a really good time apart from getting a little bit sunburned. Later on we went out in Hoylake with some of his friends and his brother and had a really good night. I got a little bit drunk, am still a little bit drunk if I'm honest.
Me and Pete had a bit of a heart to heart about my mum. It was the kind of conversation you can only have when you're a bit drunk, but it doesn't make it any less true. The fact is Pete does not like my mum. I can be honest about this and say that I can't really blame him. She is overpowering, domineering, bossy and likes to get her own way all of the time. That's not to say I don't love her. I do, I love her to bits, but sometimes I don't like her very much, and I don't want to turn into a miniature version of her. I feel very harsh writing this, but it's the truth. I live in fear that one day I'm going to wake up, and be my mum. Pete say's that's not going to happen, that I'm not like my mum, but I'm not so sure. I can see a lot of traits in myself that my mum does, and I don't particularly like them. Point in case...She has just told me off for being in and not have turned all the lights off yet, even though I'm STILL UP. No, 'hi kate did you have a nice night?' no, 'are you ok?' no, just moaning at me as usual. She treats my dad like her own personal skivvy, he's not allowed to have opinions, neither is any one else in the family. My brother has mamnaged to escape, he's getting married next year. I did escape for a while, but had to move back in because of relationship and other difficulties. It's only since I moved back in that I realised how bad it actually is. She snipes, she moans constantly, she attacks virtually everything that my dad does behind his back to any family member that will listen. God, this sounds terrible. I don't mean to be so destructive about my mum, I do love her. I don't blame her for how she is either, I think a lot of it is because of how she was brought up by my nan and constantly having her nan (my great grandmother) criticising. I feel, I don't know, alienated in a place where I should feel at home, sometimes, not all the time. I need my own space where I can be myself without having to agree with whatever my mum say or does or thinks. I've worn myself out thinking about this tonight. I feel guilty for thinking it, and eve guiltier for saying it out loud, but it had to be set into the open.
We got a taxi home me and pete. The one we booked didn't turn up, but we got one eventually. On the way home there was a message over the driver's radio. It said...
'It's (the fare) at a big wedding, you can't miss it, there's a portaloo outside'. A PORTALOO? All I can say is...classy wedding!