For those of you who complain about your mothers....

Drakon

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Be greatful this ***** isn't yours [taken from another forum I post on somewhat regularly, so pardon the grammar/spelling/capitalization mistakes]

let me warn you, if you don't like long dramatic stories, you won't like this.

it all started on monday. my mom had told me that i was going to my dad's house that day because she was going on vacation and she didn't want me home alone. considering my dad is very sick and i have to watch over him more than he has to watch over me and she was just leaving me with him to go on vacation, i wasn't terribly pleased. but i figured what the hell; it's christmas and he's my dad, it's the least i could do for him.

so i'm in the car with his girlfriend (he can't drive) and she tells me that i can only stay for a week because she has to leave on saturday for family things. so keeping in mind i'll have to find a ride home, i think of all the places i could possibly stay. my girlfriend lives kindof far and i hadn't seen her for awhile, so i figured i'd go to her house.

now my mom has had one negative encounter with her mom, and she isn't one to forgive or forget (it wasn't even a big deal and everyone is over it but her), and with this in mind i call her for her approval. i tell her about the situation, and she says "look, i don't care, it's not my problem, let your dad make a decision for once, i want nothing to do with this". (at this point she also tells me she might not go on vacation after all) there are three other people in the room at this time who hear this because the phone is loud, and we all take it the same way: she doesn't care where i go and she supports any decision my dad makes.

so i ask my dad if i can go and he says it's alright. now something tells me my mom wouldn't exactly afree with his decision, so i try to call her just for verification, but i can't leave a message. (answering machine must've been unplugged) i kept calling every day to see if she was back yet but she was yet to answer.

so on saturday i go up to the train station, spend three hours and the last bit of money i had on the train, and arrived at her house. both of her parents like me alot, so her mom had no problem with me staying with them. (parents are divorced for the record) so at this point we're planning out our week and had decided to go to a party today with her friends.

**** hit the fan.

i woke up this morning to 27 missed calls each within seconds of each other. all of them from my mom. great, she's pissed. so i call her up and it turns out she wasn't on the other side of the country but at a friends house. she was mad at me for "MANIPULATING MY WORDS", and when i pointed out she said that she didn't care, she responded with her usual defense of "**** YOU, LIVE WITH YOUR DAD, YOU HAVE NO FUTURE, etc". i was about to hang up when she said she wanted me back home or else she'd call the cops on my dad for neglegence and my girlfriends mom for kidnapping me.

my girlfriend's mom had let me into her house on such short notice planning for a week of an extra mouth to feed because i had nowhere else to go (thanks to my mom no less), and my dad had just made a decision as my parent for me to go after she said she didn't care what happened.

****. no.

seeing how i really didn't have a chance of anything positive coming out of this now that my mom had found out where i was (it's not like i was trying to keep her in the dark, and i had her permission to go almost a week in advance, but i guess she meant she didn't care where i went so long as it wasn't my girlfriends). i had looked at train tickets, but they were booked for three days straight (and she wouldnt have believed me even if i showed her, so i wasnt going to use that as an excuse). so here i am trying to find a way home to prevent her from possibly getting people who had done nothing but help me from getting in trouble (if you're reading this thinking "what the **** are the cops going to do", trust me when i say that my mom is enough of a ***** to exploit whatever and whoever she wants to do her bidding). i then get a call from a friend of my dad's who i haven't seen or talked to in years, who says she got a call from my mom asking her to drive me home. she was so desperate to get me out of my girlfriends house that she would call someone she barely even knows and completely dislikes to do so.

after this, my girlfriends mom comes up and ask if everythings alright. (supposedly she heard her yelling on the phone from the other end of the house on the floor below) i tell her what was going on and assured her nothing was happening to her because i was heading home. she said she felt bad for me and my girlfriend who was sitting next to me as my mom was yelling had started to cry. so here i was trying to calm down my girlfriend and my mom (who had pretty much ruined my day, and actually my whole week).

my dads friend had come up to the house and started to drive me home. i told her what had happened and she pretty much said "there's no way in hell i'm letting you go back to your moms tonight". (my mom has a history of breaking my things and kicking me out of the house) so she called my mom and told her she'd drop me off at my dad's because it was closer and she didn't want to be driving too late on new years eve. my mom was alright with that, but then she had the nerve to ask if i was upset.

am i upset? no, of course not you silly goose, im ****ing estatic.

so here i am, spending new years eve on the internet in a 40 degree house when i could be with my girlfriend and her friends. i'll come home tomorrow and my mom will blame this all on me, justify everything she does, and claim that she's the victim and that everyone is working against her.

i ask you one question: did i do anything wrong?
 
LOL Well, y'know, the person in question could stop being a wuss.
 
That mum reads like a psycho *****, hahah.
 
It's ashame you can't (at least, I assume you can't) totally estrange yourself from her. That's really the only thing you can do with people like that. Especially parents.
 
I sympathize. I've been through pretty much the same. But at 8 years old and no partner.
 
Holy **** Drakon, where did you find that and who on earth had the misfortune to come out of that woman's vagina?
 
CConn>>It's not my mother. MY mother got the hint that I want nothing to do with her for ruining my brothers' lives and making mine more difficult than it should have been.
 
Drakon said:
CConn>>It's not my mother. MY mother got the hint that I want nothing to do with her for ruining my brothers' lives and making mine more difficult than it should have been.
So your Dad's been involved with too seriously crazy women?
 
my mom was worse
 
You don't know the half of it.

Not to turn the tide of the thread, but my own mother has been a druggie since before I was born, and it's due to those drugs that I ended up being born without a leg [though, this I didn't piece together til many years later, what with child naivete and all]. She never wanted anything to do with myself or my second brother unless she could get something from my grandmother or father, respectively [until I moved in with Dad at age 10]. She'd always call to borrow money instead of just to say Hi, and when she had custody of my third and fourh brother, it was only worse because she'd go out on benders for days at a time, leaving them with friends or whatever [rarely family, because if she came to family, they'd not let her leave]. While she was in jail, THEIR dad got ahold of my third and fourth brother, and we're 90% sure he molested them, in which case it's a good thing that I no longer live in that state, or else it'd be the back of the pawn shop for him.

Although, the one thing I guess I should thank her for is that if I wasn't born without a leg, I'd have probably lived a much ****ter life, as opposed to the "Peter Parker/Aunt May" existance I had with my grandmother, the good sense of balance I have now, or the love of comics/movies/videogames. I'd be a completely different person, and probably one that the person I am now would hate. So I guess I can thank her for that, if nothing else.
 
This thread is depressing. Sorry to hear about that Drakon.
 
Darthphere said:
This thread is depressing. Sorry to hear about that Drakon.

Bah, don't be. I'm not, really. My grandmother was more than good enough to make up for the crappiness of my birthhole.

From what little I've gathered Drak is a family man, with woman+kids.

Kinda sorta. Yeah, I've got a woman, who I'm going to propose to once we get her divorce finalized [we're waiting for her ex to play the card, for reasons of custody], and she's got a kid. I've also got a kid back home in Virginia, but that's a completely different story that I don't have time to get into.
 
Drakon said:
Bah, don't be. I'm not, really. My grandmother was more than good enough to make up for the crappiness of my birthhole.



Kinda sorta. Yeah, I've got a woman, who I'm going to propose to once we get her divorce finalized [we're waiting for her ex to play the card, for reasons of custody], and she's got a kid. I've also got a kid back home in Virginia, but that's a completely different story that I don't have time to get into.


Are you going to get down on one knee?:dry:
 
I used to think it was sad when a 'crack' baby died at infancy. Now I realize that may be far better than a life with a 'crack' mother.
 
Drakon said:
Bah, don't be. I'm not, really. My grandmother was more than good enough to make up for the crappiness of my birthhole.
My moms family has a lot of that stuff in it too. My mom for example was raised by her aunt and uncle.


Drakon said:
Kinda sorta. Yeah, I've got a woman, who I'm going to propose to once we get her divorce finalized [we're waiting for her ex to play the card, for reasons of custody], and she's got a kid. I've also got a kid back home in Virginia, but that's a completely different story that I don't have time to get into.
Modern life is complicated and messed up. One of my many cousins on my mothers side has 3 kids. Only the youngest is acutally his. The older 2 have a different, and drug dealing scumbag, father. Only the oldest knows that my cousin isn't their true father. This happened one day while walking home from school. These two scuz bags (his bio-dad and aunt) stop him an tell him this dude is your real dad. Kid way messed up now. Plus my cousin is a drug addict too.
 
Damn, talk about queen b***h of the neitherworld. :wow:

Also, sorry to hear about the crap that happened to ya, Drakon. I know you said not to be, but you can't help but say it, you know? :csad:
 

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