Bruisy
01-04-2005, 09:16 PM
When I was little, my mom took no responsibility in raising me. When i was eight she left at my dads for Christmas and i didnt see her again until a week before my 12th birthday. I love my mom, yes of course. Shes my mom, and i would never NOT love her. It took my mom untill she was 40ish to stop doing drugs and realize all that she was missing out on. 2 months after being clean her body gave in and had a stroke. She came out ok, but they found that she had an auto Immune disease called Lupis. When i was 13 i moved in with my mom, becasue i couldnt stand my dads girlfriend and my living situation. Mom was, at the time, staying with a friend and her new boyfriend who helped her get off the drugs. She still drank, and so did he,b ut anything was better than them and i LOVED the freedom. Mom gave me plenty of freedom. I wasnt used to no one yealling at me about my grades and i wasnt used to no one really caring what time i came home as long as they knew where i was and if i was in good hands. My dad would never let me outside( it was Las Vegas) and he was constantly on me abount my grades.
Now Im 16, ive done so much stupid stuff i couldnt begin to start, but to start with my mom ill begin freshman year. I realized 8th grade was hard and i knew that something was wrong with me. Mom told me "its all in your head, you WANT something to be wrong with you". I tried to explain to her my feeling and how i felt weird and sick, tired and in pain all the time. She wrote it off as all in my head and when i did act weird she would call me an over dramatic teenager.
Well finally, one of my councellors told my mom that i might have ADD and mom started teasing me calling me an ADD child. She took me to the doctors FINALLY 3 months into second semester of Sophmore year. They diagnosed me with Hashimoto's Thyroiditis Desease. An auto immuse disease, just like mom(go figure). It was causing things in me such as Bi-polarism and even through i was on a healthy diet and always worked out, i would continue to gain weight and be tired all the time. ("somehow 'I told you so' just doesnt say it"). Anyway. Now im in my Junior year and becasue all the calsses i failed in the past few years im taking 2 nightschool classes, a 0 period and doing colorguard. Colorguard counts as PE and a practicle art. It is the only class that i can do that with so i HAVE to. Mom told me that if i want to do colorguard she wasnt going to pay for anything, i would have to get a job and pay for it myself. So i got a job....that the same place as her. Mom was the head of battle of the bands and she was telling Dianne (my boss) that she needed judges. So dianne called my step dad and left him a mesage to give me telling me that she was full staffed and didnt need me. I tried to call her back but couldnt get ahold of her.
Becasue i didnt work that nighti didnt make money for the things i neede for colorguard.
My mom says one thing and then does another, she tells me to do one thing and does the opposite, she gives no help in the things i need. As far as im concerned, the situation im in is becasue of her, i told her something was wrong with me and she wouldnt listen, not im trying to pull myself out and she keeps bashing me over the head so i cant cross the finish line. Im doing everything to graduate high school,and shes not helping. I feel like she hates me. Like she resents my presence
I called my dad to talk to him (the first time ive ever called on my dad to talk about something personal) about what was happening and he told me that he was proud of me and that he was so impressed with how hard im trying. He told me that mom has always been more interested in prooving something to herself than being apart of a family, that shes always put being a rock star, so to speak, in front of everything else, especially her own.
God didnt give me much of a mother, but he gave me on Heck of a father.
Now Im 16, ive done so much stupid stuff i couldnt begin to start, but to start with my mom ill begin freshman year. I realized 8th grade was hard and i knew that something was wrong with me. Mom told me "its all in your head, you WANT something to be wrong with you". I tried to explain to her my feeling and how i felt weird and sick, tired and in pain all the time. She wrote it off as all in my head and when i did act weird she would call me an over dramatic teenager.
Well finally, one of my councellors told my mom that i might have ADD and mom started teasing me calling me an ADD child. She took me to the doctors FINALLY 3 months into second semester of Sophmore year. They diagnosed me with Hashimoto's Thyroiditis Desease. An auto immuse disease, just like mom(go figure). It was causing things in me such as Bi-polarism and even through i was on a healthy diet and always worked out, i would continue to gain weight and be tired all the time. ("somehow 'I told you so' just doesnt say it"). Anyway. Now im in my Junior year and becasue all the calsses i failed in the past few years im taking 2 nightschool classes, a 0 period and doing colorguard. Colorguard counts as PE and a practicle art. It is the only class that i can do that with so i HAVE to. Mom told me that if i want to do colorguard she wasnt going to pay for anything, i would have to get a job and pay for it myself. So i got a job....that the same place as her. Mom was the head of battle of the bands and she was telling Dianne (my boss) that she needed judges. So dianne called my step dad and left him a mesage to give me telling me that she was full staffed and didnt need me. I tried to call her back but couldnt get ahold of her.
Becasue i didnt work that nighti didnt make money for the things i neede for colorguard.
My mom says one thing and then does another, she tells me to do one thing and does the opposite, she gives no help in the things i need. As far as im concerned, the situation im in is becasue of her, i told her something was wrong with me and she wouldnt listen, not im trying to pull myself out and she keeps bashing me over the head so i cant cross the finish line. Im doing everything to graduate high school,and shes not helping. I feel like she hates me. Like she resents my presence
I called my dad to talk to him (the first time ive ever called on my dad to talk about something personal) about what was happening and he told me that he was proud of me and that he was so impressed with how hard im trying. He told me that mom has always been more interested in prooving something to herself than being apart of a family, that shes always put being a rock star, so to speak, in front of everything else, especially her own.
God didnt give me much of a mother, but he gave me on Heck of a father.