by Anonymous
I'm sixteen years old (almost seventeen), and last night I got into a physical fight with my mother. I hope that this was the climax of what has been a really terrible past six years, so that I can now begin to reinvent myself and live a much happier life.
Here's just a laundry list of a few of the sorts of stresses I've been experiencing:
1. My dad died this past January at age 59. I wasn't exactly expecting him to die as suddenly as he did, but c'est la morte. I was told while I was at school one early afternoon, made to go to his house, retrieve our two cats who had been starving for three days while his body was rotting, collect a few of my belongings, and clean up some of the mess left behind while classical music was blaring from the radio and the stench of death permeated the air.
My mother (who is 49) was not supportive during this time. She made herself out to be some sort of victim, deflecting the attention away from my father to herself. Her brother made it a point to tell me that I am a terrible child (and maybe this is true, but even so, the timing could have been better) and that I should lay off my mother even though I hadn't really said much to her since he died.
2. My parents were divorced when I was two years old. They had joint custody of me, and I would spend one week at my dad's house, and the next at my mom's, alternating back and forth, and I really liked that system. I now live with my mother full-time, and it's been awful not really having an opportunity to get away from her the nights she was at home as opposed to work or her girlfriend's house. I have to sleep on the couch at her house.
3. I flew to another state with his ashes with my mother who had managed to hurt her leg the day before and threatened to cancel the flight because she had sprained a ligament in her knee. When we finally arrived, after I had pushed her around in a wheelchair through security, she made it a point to be rude to my father's family who were taking care of everything. I was so stressed that on the day of his memorial service I had random nose bleeds.
4. My dad always wanted me to go to a top-ranked university and not the local college my mother insists that I will be going to. If I go to the local university, I feel I'll be disappointing him. My mother wants me to stay in the city I've grown up in, go to university here, and live at her house to take care of it as well as the animals she has here and run errands for her like I've been doing since I've gotten my license.
5. I've taken advanced placement and honors courses since the fifth grade. At this point, I'm absolutely exhausted, almost disgusted by my routine - going to school, working, stressing, et cetera. I am in the second semester of my junior year in high school, taking AP US History, AP Environmental Science, and Honors Pre-calculus, and I'm starting to ask myself why I stress and push so hard. I used to do so to please my father, but when he died, I kept pushing, pushed even harder maybe, to try to please my mother.
She, however, has never been involved in my education and would much rather I went and did something fun with her or do a chore for her than do my homework. Simply put, I feel like my childhood and teen years are being stolen from me because almost all I ever do is homework, attend club meetings, do errands and chores for my mother, take care of her animals, et cetera.
6. My mother hasn't been a parent to me since my middle school years. She would drink a gallon of sangria every night and take her anger out on me by means of emotional and verbal abuse (physical abuse has been a bit rarer). When I entered high school, she got a bit better, but has gotten worse somewhat recently, namely last semester around August or September when she began having an affair with a former co-worker, doing drugs, drinking more heavily, and going to clubs (she made me drive the woman she was cheating on her girlfriend with and her to a gay bar one evening around 2 A.M).
7. My mother and I went on college visits of Spring Break because that's what I was supposed to do with my dad over this year's break. We saw quite a few, one I absolutely fell in love with - and she loved it, too! - but the second we got back in the car to drive home she told me that the week had been a waste of time because I was going to our local university and living at home so I wouldn't have any debt, but the undertone was that she wanted me to stay put so she could continue to control my life and have an errand girl.
Last night was my breaking point.
I asked her if I could spend the night at a friend's house after going to a prom, and she started yelling at me that she knew what I was doing because she had done the same and was accusing me of running the streets which essentially meant having sex, drinking, and doing drugs. I'm a good kid. I don't have sex, I don't do drugs, but I did drink in the past mainly when my mother supplied the booze. Honestly? I grew bored of it. It just wasn't much of a thrill for me, so I stopped. I was really angry with her after she accused me of "running the streets," so I took my friend home and headed for home myself.
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