What A Wonderful Night
Last night I decided to go to bed around 11:30. My parents were watching a movie like they normally do on Saturday nights. And also like they normally do on Saturday nights, they both were drinking. So then they start fighting. They started off by just yelling at each other over who knows what (my mom was doing most of the yelling, as always). Then the yelling gets louder. Then I hear things breaking. So then they go downstairs and apparently my mom was getting physical because my dad had to restrain her. So then I hear more things breaking in the kitchen and she's still being violent. I'm just laying in my bed listening to all of this and just wishing they'd shut the hell up. But instead my mom kicks open my door turns on my bedroom light and lunges herself at me and scratches me and is hitting me. My dad came in my room and picked her up and kept telling her I didn't do anything. But she turns around and tries to punch him. So then he's trying to restrain her again and calm her down. She sits on my bed and just starts yelling at him about how much she hates him and how much she hates everyone in the house and that she's the only good person here. She also told him that God told her they shouldn't be together. I'm just sitting there thinking of how much I need to move out after graduation while she's screaming on my bed. My dad is trying to get her to go back into their bedroom so I can go to sleep, but she's not moving. She says she's staying in my bedroom. I'm waving my arms in the air and shaking my head no at my dad, so he tries to persuade her to come into their bedroom. But she wouldn't budge. So he leaves. Then the same person who just attacked me moments before, is talking to me about stuff that happened way before I was born. She asked me if I remembered and I'd say yes just to make things easier. She asked me for a cigarette and she smoked like 4 of my cigarettes. After an hour she got up and left. Then she yelled at my dad more because he was still awake but finally she went to bed. Wow, what an exciting night. But then this morning I woke up and went downstairs and my mom said that she's not going to drink anymore. She can't handle it physically or emotionally. My mom was always a mean drunk. Even before she met my dad that how she'd get when she was drinking. My dad knows. He hates it when she flips out when they drink, and she always does. She's not the one who even buys the alcohol, it's him. So why does he? My mom's told me many times before that she wasn't going to drink anymore. But it's never lasted more then a month. I guess it all depends on my dad if he's going to buy it or not. I made up my mind that I AM leaving after graduation. I don't care where I go or what ever, I'm not staying in that house. On a good note, I made it through the night without cutting. Actually, so far I haven't cut at all since Thursday.