It's Thanksgiving morning when all of a sudden I hear a loud crash in my bed room. As I open my eyes I notice the door to my room is half off the hinges and there stands my mother.
"Get your fucking ass out of bed !"
Here is goes again.......
She decided to break down my unlocked door in order to wake me up and yell at me for going out with my friends the night before. Despite her saying it was fine at the time.
"You fucking lied to me on what you were doing and who you were with! What the fuck is wrong with you, you know you weren't supposed to be out at a club!"
Here it goes. Being yelled at on Thanksgiving morning before I even know what's going on. My mother had told me it was fine to meet some of my friends out that night. She knew where I was going and who I would be seeing, also that I wouldn't get home until 3:00am, yet here she is yelling at my for doing what she said was fine at the time.
Event Number Two:
It's the day after Christmas and as I'm sleeping my mother opens my bedroom door, with out breaking it this time, and wakes me up.
"I'm going for a drive. If I don't come back don't worry about me. I'm probably just wrapped around a telephone poll some where."
I don't even respond. This shit has become beyond ridiculous. I just get out of bed, wait till she's gone and I get dressed and drive to my father's house. As I'm on my way my phone begins to ring.
"Where the fuck did you go?"...."Why the hell are you going to your fathers house?"...."Oh to complain about me I bet!"...."Who knows if I'll be here when you get home."
Typical.
I get to my father's house and I tell him all about it. He suggested I pack my stuff and just move into his house. The thoughts tempting, but I couldn't stand to break my mother's heart like that even though it's complete hell living in her house. I'm the only child left, I can't just leave.
My father made me feel better so I returned home. I didn't expect to walk into what I did.
I open up the door and she begins yelling at me for this and that and everything else. Complaining because I talked to my dad and yelling at me because I left with out her permission. All of a sudden she lifts our glass top coffee table, and slams it onto the ground. Glass shattered every where. A this point I walk to my bedroom door way, trying to avoid the destruction. She grabs the seven foot lamp and swings it across the room, That shatters as well. She grabs a picture off the wall, and threw it at the opposing wall. At this point there is glass every where. I text my grandmother to tell her she needs to come over, something was wrong with my mom. Then the phone rings.
"You called your fucking grandmother! Thanks Samantha, that's all I fucking need right now! I'm LEAVING!"
My mother then stormed off again. My grandmother came over to help me clean up all of the glass and restore the house as much as we could. My mother came home in the process and yelled at both of us for cleaning. At this point my grandmother suggested I spend the rest of the day and night at my fathers house, so I packed an over night bag and left.
Event Number Three:
I've got the house to myself for the night. My mother is working an over night and my boyfriend had a 13 hour shift so I decide to spend my night alone watching tv, after all I have school in the morning. I read a silly comment left on a facebook post so my sarcastic self replies back with "Lay off the drugs, those white things you've been popping definitely aren't tictacs !!!"
My phone rings and its not even three minutes later.
"You're an internet bully! Delete that comment and apologize to that boy! So much is wrong with you and I did not raise you that way!"
It's my mother, stalking my facebook while at work, what else is new. So I do my typical and ignore her rant and go to bed.
It's now 6am and my phone alarm goes off for school. I look and what a surprise, seven missed phone calls from my mother and three voice messages. She knows I was sleeping, I had school in the morning.
After my morning classes I go to work. As soon as I arrive three people tell me my father is looking for me, I thought it was about giving me a child support check. I enter the maintenance booth and I see the pissed off look on his face.
"OUTSIDE NOW."
Welp. That's not good.
"Your mother called me at 5am to bitch about you. She said I need to come over today after work to discuss what is to be done about you."
At this point I start crying. What did I even do??
"I read your comment to that kid Sam, and I laughed so hard. It was funny. I divorced your mother twelve years ago, she is not the boss of me. I will not go sit in HER kitchen and listen to HER bash you. You are to go home after work, pack your things and leave. You NEED to move in with me. You can't live with this any longer."
I had no choice to do what he said. As I'm driving home I'm building my confidence, I'm telling myself I can do this. It will be hard, but I can leave.
"Sit down at the table, Samantha. Your fathers coming over so we can have a discussion with you."...."What do you mean by 'no he's not?'"...."Well then you're out. I'm kicking you out. You can't live here ANYMORE!"
Looks like I didn't need to actually say anything. She is kicking me out. At this point she grabs two black garbage bags, storms to my room and stuffs my necessary stuff in them. Throws them outside, takes my car keys from me (although I purchased the car with my own money) and told me to get in her truck she was dropping me off at my father's house.
She pulled in his drive way, threw my garbage bags of items onto his lawn, and sped away.
This was two years ago. This Christmas Eve will mark one year since she has even spoken to me. No call or text on my birthday even. She has started rumors I'm a drug addict. I get drug tested for my job, and if I did drugs I wouldn't be graduating a year early with a bachelors. I hate drugs. I've seen what they do to people. She has also called me a whore for dating someone at the time, she said I should leave him and try dating a few guys; apparently this would make me no longer a whore. Makes sense.
This is what alcoholism does to people. It's not easy to watch, or easy to deal with.
"You fucking lied to me on what you were doing and who you were with! What the fuck is wrong with you, you know you weren't supposed to be out at a club!"
Here it goes. Being yelled at on Thanksgiving morning before I even know what's going on. My mother had told me it was fine to meet some of my friends out that night. She knew where I was going and who I would be seeing, also that I wouldn't get home until 3:00am, yet here she is yelling at my for doing what she said was fine at the time.
Event Number Two:
It's the day after Christmas and as I'm sleeping my mother opens my bedroom door, with out breaking it this time, and wakes me up.
"I'm going for a drive. If I don't come back don't worry about me. I'm probably just wrapped around a telephone poll some where."
I don't even respond. This shit has become beyond ridiculous. I just get out of bed, wait till she's gone and I get dressed and drive to my father's house. As I'm on my way my phone begins to ring.
"Where the fuck did you go?"...."Why the hell are you going to your fathers house?"...."Oh to complain about me I bet!"...."Who knows if I'll be here when you get home."
Typical.
I get to my father's house and I tell him all about it. He suggested I pack my stuff and just move into his house. The thoughts tempting, but I couldn't stand to break my mother's heart like that even though it's complete hell living in her house. I'm the only child left, I can't just leave.
My father made me feel better so I returned home. I didn't expect to walk into what I did.
I open up the door and she begins yelling at me for this and that and everything else. Complaining because I talked to my dad and yelling at me because I left with out her permission. All of a sudden she lifts our glass top coffee table, and slams it onto the ground. Glass shattered every where. A this point I walk to my bedroom door way, trying to avoid the destruction. She grabs the seven foot lamp and swings it across the room, That shatters as well. She grabs a picture off the wall, and threw it at the opposing wall. At this point there is glass every where. I text my grandmother to tell her she needs to come over, something was wrong with my mom. Then the phone rings.
"You called your fucking grandmother! Thanks Samantha, that's all I fucking need right now! I'm LEAVING!"
My mother then stormed off again. My grandmother came over to help me clean up all of the glass and restore the house as much as we could. My mother came home in the process and yelled at both of us for cleaning. At this point my grandmother suggested I spend the rest of the day and night at my fathers house, so I packed an over night bag and left.
Event Number Three:
I've got the house to myself for the night. My mother is working an over night and my boyfriend had a 13 hour shift so I decide to spend my night alone watching tv, after all I have school in the morning. I read a silly comment left on a facebook post so my sarcastic self replies back with "Lay off the drugs, those white things you've been popping definitely aren't tictacs !!!"
My phone rings and its not even three minutes later.
"You're an internet bully! Delete that comment and apologize to that boy! So much is wrong with you and I did not raise you that way!"
It's my mother, stalking my facebook while at work, what else is new. So I do my typical and ignore her rant and go to bed.
It's now 6am and my phone alarm goes off for school. I look and what a surprise, seven missed phone calls from my mother and three voice messages. She knows I was sleeping, I had school in the morning.
After my morning classes I go to work. As soon as I arrive three people tell me my father is looking for me, I thought it was about giving me a child support check. I enter the maintenance booth and I see the pissed off look on his face.
"OUTSIDE NOW."
Welp. That's not good.
"Your mother called me at 5am to bitch about you. She said I need to come over today after work to discuss what is to be done about you."
At this point I start crying. What did I even do??
"I read your comment to that kid Sam, and I laughed so hard. It was funny. I divorced your mother twelve years ago, she is not the boss of me. I will not go sit in HER kitchen and listen to HER bash you. You are to go home after work, pack your things and leave. You NEED to move in with me. You can't live with this any longer."
I had no choice to do what he said. As I'm driving home I'm building my confidence, I'm telling myself I can do this. It will be hard, but I can leave.
"Sit down at the table, Samantha. Your fathers coming over so we can have a discussion with you."...."What do you mean by 'no he's not?'"...."Well then you're out. I'm kicking you out. You can't live here ANYMORE!"
Looks like I didn't need to actually say anything. She is kicking me out. At this point she grabs two black garbage bags, storms to my room and stuffs my necessary stuff in them. Throws them outside, takes my car keys from me (although I purchased the car with my own money) and told me to get in her truck she was dropping me off at my father's house.
She pulled in his drive way, threw my garbage bags of items onto his lawn, and sped away.
This was two years ago. This Christmas Eve will mark one year since she has even spoken to me. No call or text on my birthday even. She has started rumors I'm a drug addict. I get drug tested for my job, and if I did drugs I wouldn't be graduating a year early with a bachelors. I hate drugs. I've seen what they do to people. She has also called me a whore for dating someone at the time, she said I should leave him and try dating a few guys; apparently this would make me no longer a whore. Makes sense.
This is what alcoholism does to people. It's not easy to watch, or easy to deal with.
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