know this won't get many repilies due to the "kinky hot sex" thread, but fuck anyway...
mom just flipped the fuck out on me cause everything else is going wrong and i'm drunk. who the fuck does she think i learned that from? i tried to explain that to her and she denied EVERYTHING. i could have brought up a million times when i was little and she was too wasted to take care of us but she's playing innocent. "i only drank on weekends".... yeah... it was a weekend that night i was at my friends house and she decided to get on her bike, hit her head and got a concussion... yeah, a weekend so thats why my first grade teacher was calling home cause i was upset and my best friend told her about that. it was a weekend the million fucking times that she beat the shit outta me, let my dad beat the shit outta me and i went to school w/ all those fresh cuts and bruises on my face. it was a weekend when she worked at my jr. high and couldn't even look at me cause she tried to stab me w/ a kitchen knife the night before. it was a weeknight when me and my girlfriend were studying for a test and she was telling us that she was some kinda a "tree lady"... all those morning when we fought and still fight cause she's hungover and looking to be a bitch to someone... yeah... those have all been weekends... sure. just cause things aren't cool w/ her and my dad.... these past few months i've been the only one looking out for her, the only one listening how she doesn't wanna get up in the morning, the only one giving her advise on what to do, the only one who lays down with her till she falls asleep and she's gonna flip out on me cause i'm an alcoholic. well look at this fucking background here. look at the hell we're living in... yeah. what the fuck does she expect? like mother, like daughter. its her excuse to drink, its mine too dammit. plus i'm working my way through school on top of it. go ahead, mom, tell me i'm worthless, tell me i'm not doing shit... keep it the fuck up. way to fix things. i applaud you. when i try to talk to you, just keep yelling "bitch! drunk bitch!" just like your son that you cry about when he says that to you. just like your son who chases me down with a fucking knife, who runs this household, who you threaten to put into the psych ward every day. yeah, keep it up. i applaud you. you're an EXCELLENT parent. and go ahead and kick me out. i'm so ready. fuck school. if this is how it is, thats fine, i'm done. gonna pick up more hours at work and as soon as i've got enough saved, i'm out. i'm fucking done. i'd rather struggle with finances for the rest of my life than live in this hellhole with these people. they're not family. they're shit. just like everyone else. they're the shit on the bottom of my shoe and i can't wait to find a place to scrape it off.