Confrontation
I'm really sick and tired of nights where i tell my mom to go to bed because she's drunk. I'm tired of waking up the next morning and pretending like we're some happy TV family. so this morning i decided to tell her. I talked to my mom for a minute about her moving around stuff in my room without asking which is probably my biggest pet peeve, has been for years. I used to throw fits and make my room messy again how i liked it, over the years i have calmed down quite a lot, and today i just tried to tell my mom how much it really bugs me. After that I tried to tell her how much it bothers me that when i'm only home a few days out of each year it kills me to see her drunk. She was sober when i told her but i'm still pretty sure she didn't here a word i said. maybe she just doesn't care. Is it pitiful that I still want to run away. When I was little I would run down the street until one of the many adults working or staying at my house would come and catch me. I still want to escape. Only now i'm lucky enough to have a car and places to go, places to get away to until I feel strong enough to return.