i wish i could leave
my mother told me to bring my towels downstairs so she could wash them
i told her i would do them and she argued that she wanted to do them
so i said no i would take care of it and she started to more angerly tell me to bring them downstairs
so i asked why and i guess thats not allowed
she started yelling and calling me stupid lazy arogant and argumentative
i yelled back that all i wanted to do was wash my own towels
she is constantly complaining that no one helps her
i lend her money all the time leaving me broke
and what do i get an almost beating
she left i closed and locked the door and started to sort through my clothes to find all of the towels in my room
she bangs on the door and tells me to open it
so i do and she barges in and tells me to bring them downstairs yet again
i told her i was trying to find all of the towels to bring down all at once
she walked around me so i couldnt sort through one of the piles in my room
so i walked around her and went to another
she did the same thing
so i went to my bed got the pants off of it and went to put them in a pile
but before i could do so she tried to grab them for me
for what reason i have no clue
so i didnt let go and she kept pulling and insulting me so i pulled back
then she tried to intimidate me by asking me if i thought i was tough or something unnessicary like that
then she pushed me and went to do idk what so i pushed her back she fell onto my bed
she then got up and grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back down with her
she wrapped herself around me and kept pulling so i reached for her stupid hair and pulled back and attempted to get away
it wasnt working
she THEN KICKED ME IN THE FACE with her shoes on giving me a big swollen lip
so i then punched at her
thats when my dad came in
he saw me punching her
not my problem that its all he saw
he kept trying to pull me off or HER off of her yes off of her
i was merly trying to defend myself from my psychotic menopausal mother
i was really afraid that she was going to beat the shit out of me
i was really truly scared
i didnt want to have to hit her but i wasnt going to lay there and take her pulling my hair and maybe do worse
i can remember on one occasion when we got into an argument idk what for but she cornered me behind my door and was poking and pushing me she does this hole poke really hard in the chest grabs the shirt and twists thing so at the time i had my dresser thing close to the door she then pokes pushes and SMASHES MY HEAD INTO THE CORNER OF THE DRESSER
why shouldnt i be scared shes crazy really really crazy
she said she didnt mean to blah blah but its never her fault
no matter what happens no matter whos there good old punching bag britney is there to take the blame
my dad told me i was screaming and i needed to stop crying and that i was being inapropriate
yeap good old britney never does a thing right
the fucking idiot attacks me and i curse and defend myself the best i could and i get the blame
they also told me i must be on drugs
my mother was standing there while my dad was telling me basically everything i did was wrong and i was at fault and saying rude unnessicary things so i kept yelling for her to get out
she then told me to "make her"
okay so this again was me being the idiot right?
i toooootally see what i did wrong
right
i got my charger phone a hoodie and my bag and left
i called people until i got tone
he came and sat with me on faye av.
he told me i should call my dad back so i did
i tried to explain to him as best i could what happened (i told him the above story)
he told me "oh you see nothing wrong with what you did you never put your hands on your mother blah blah"
so i just got frustrated and started cursing and explaining ANGERLY what happened again and again
he just wasnt getting it and i dont think he ever will
i asked him what i did wrong and he just kept making it seem like i was feeling no remorse for punching my mother in the head
like it was just okay to fight with her
which is really not the case at all
no one understands me when i speak
he basically told me that i needed to come home and talk and that he wouldnt have ever done anything like that to his parents
i also told him that i was upset mainly because he didnt know what happened but yet he blamed me and didnt protect me and that i was looking for him to protect me and i was just being ganged up on
he pretty much just giggled it off and said i was being rediculous
i still to this very moment i dont know why it was such a big deal that i did the towels
after i got off the phone with my dad ben called and told me my mother called my brother and told him that she tried to get my pants and i went in to hit her so she wresteled me to the floor and went to put her leg over my arms
the only thing that wasnt a lie was that she tried to get my pants
she even may have been trying to put her leg over my arms but instead she kicked me in the mouth
which only made me more 1. angry and 2. scared that she was going to kick the crap out of me
shes an idiot and i dont know why she thinks shes so innocent
ever since i was little she told me i hated her and all this other crap
which i guess she believes
i dont hate her never did
i always try to involve her the best i can in everything
i came home from shopping with ben and went straight to her to show her what i got
everytime i get money even though i know shes horrible with handeling it i get it to her
no matter how much she asks for
shes my mother why wouldnt i want to help her when she needs help
she never payed me back and im always buying things for her
i came home a little while ago because i knew she would be leaving
i just needed to write this out
maybe someone could tell me what i did wrong
i told her i would do them and she argued that she wanted to do them
so i said no i would take care of it and she started to more angerly tell me to bring them downstairs
so i asked why and i guess thats not allowed
she started yelling and calling me stupid lazy arogant and argumentative
i yelled back that all i wanted to do was wash my own towels
she is constantly complaining that no one helps her
i lend her money all the time leaving me broke
and what do i get an almost beating
she left i closed and locked the door and started to sort through my clothes to find all of the towels in my room
she bangs on the door and tells me to open it
so i do and she barges in and tells me to bring them downstairs yet again
i told her i was trying to find all of the towels to bring down all at once
she walked around me so i couldnt sort through one of the piles in my room
so i walked around her and went to another
she did the same thing
so i went to my bed got the pants off of it and went to put them in a pile
but before i could do so she tried to grab them for me
for what reason i have no clue
so i didnt let go and she kept pulling and insulting me so i pulled back
then she tried to intimidate me by asking me if i thought i was tough or something unnessicary like that
then she pushed me and went to do idk what so i pushed her back she fell onto my bed
she then got up and grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back down with her
she wrapped herself around me and kept pulling so i reached for her stupid hair and pulled back and attempted to get away
it wasnt working
she THEN KICKED ME IN THE FACE with her shoes on giving me a big swollen lip
so i then punched at her
thats when my dad came in
he saw me punching her
not my problem that its all he saw
he kept trying to pull me off or HER off of her yes off of her
i was merly trying to defend myself from my psychotic menopausal mother
i was really afraid that she was going to beat the shit out of me
i was really truly scared
i didnt want to have to hit her but i wasnt going to lay there and take her pulling my hair and maybe do worse
i can remember on one occasion when we got into an argument idk what for but she cornered me behind my door and was poking and pushing me she does this hole poke really hard in the chest grabs the shirt and twists thing so at the time i had my dresser thing close to the door she then pokes pushes and SMASHES MY HEAD INTO THE CORNER OF THE DRESSER
why shouldnt i be scared shes crazy really really crazy
she said she didnt mean to blah blah but its never her fault
no matter what happens no matter whos there good old punching bag britney is there to take the blame
my dad told me i was screaming and i needed to stop crying and that i was being inapropriate
yeap good old britney never does a thing right
the fucking idiot attacks me and i curse and defend myself the best i could and i get the blame
they also told me i must be on drugs
my mother was standing there while my dad was telling me basically everything i did was wrong and i was at fault and saying rude unnessicary things so i kept yelling for her to get out
she then told me to "make her"
okay so this again was me being the idiot right?
i toooootally see what i did wrong
right
i got my charger phone a hoodie and my bag and left
i called people until i got tone
he came and sat with me on faye av.
he told me i should call my dad back so i did
i tried to explain to him as best i could what happened (i told him the above story)
he told me "oh you see nothing wrong with what you did you never put your hands on your mother blah blah"
so i just got frustrated and started cursing and explaining ANGERLY what happened again and again
he just wasnt getting it and i dont think he ever will
i asked him what i did wrong and he just kept making it seem like i was feeling no remorse for punching my mother in the head
like it was just okay to fight with her
which is really not the case at all
no one understands me when i speak
he basically told me that i needed to come home and talk and that he wouldnt have ever done anything like that to his parents
i also told him that i was upset mainly because he didnt know what happened but yet he blamed me and didnt protect me and that i was looking for him to protect me and i was just being ganged up on
he pretty much just giggled it off and said i was being rediculous
i still to this very moment i dont know why it was such a big deal that i did the towels
after i got off the phone with my dad ben called and told me my mother called my brother and told him that she tried to get my pants and i went in to hit her so she wresteled me to the floor and went to put her leg over my arms
the only thing that wasnt a lie was that she tried to get my pants
she even may have been trying to put her leg over my arms but instead she kicked me in the mouth
which only made me more 1. angry and 2. scared that she was going to kick the crap out of me
shes an idiot and i dont know why she thinks shes so innocent
ever since i was little she told me i hated her and all this other crap
which i guess she believes
i dont hate her never did
i always try to involve her the best i can in everything
i came home from shopping with ben and went straight to her to show her what i got
everytime i get money even though i know shes horrible with handeling it i get it to her
no matter how much she asks for
shes my mother why wouldnt i want to help her when she needs help
she never payed me back and im always buying things for her
i came home a little while ago because i knew she would be leaving
i just needed to write this out
maybe someone could tell me what i did wrong