The favorite is back

Right now, my weekend situation at home is nothing but unorthodox. My ex-boyfriend still stays here, and my mother never stopped adoring him. He had gone back to his home in Washington state for the holidays and my mother couldn't have been more excited to pick him up from the airport. Since then, she's let pass that I actually made dinner, tonight, was responsible for cleaning the dishes, and even when we were wrestling like we always do, she takes his side. After that she decided to criticize me on the less than perfect clean up job I did after dinner, and put in my face that he's much more useful around the house. I need to move out...