I Just Ate A Lot of Ritz Crackers.
So, in the past few days I thought things were going to get better with my mom. Ha. What do I know right? She took me shopping the other day and bought me a couple hundred dollars worth of birthday clothes. I was quite pleased, like any kid would be. You know. I gave her too much credit though, like always.
It only took another day until it was back to square one with her. I spent the day at Jeremy's camp with his family for his sisters birthday. My mom was a bitch, like always.. calling every 10 minutes for no reason at all. So, 6 comes around and we get into it again, yelling at each other, and so on and so forth. Needless to say, it was obvious she was trashed. But, then again, what the fuck is new with her?
To cut the story down from a huge fight, to a few quick sentences- my mom is still a slutbag. I found 3 bottles of vodka in her trunk. I can't trust a fucking word she tells me. She is a walking guilt trip. I pretty much almost hate her, and am pissed at myself for falling back into her stupid traps every fucking day.
Time to do some hardcore reading.
It only took another day until it was back to square one with her. I spent the day at Jeremy's camp with his family for his sisters birthday. My mom was a bitch, like always.. calling every 10 minutes for no reason at all. So, 6 comes around and we get into it again, yelling at each other, and so on and so forth. Needless to say, it was obvious she was trashed. But, then again, what the fuck is new with her?
To cut the story down from a huge fight, to a few quick sentences- my mom is still a slutbag. I found 3 bottles of vodka in her trunk. I can't trust a fucking word she tells me. She is a walking guilt trip. I pretty much almost hate her, and am pissed at myself for falling back into her stupid traps every fucking day.
Time to do some hardcore reading.