My Family...
...is screwed up.
Tonight all Hell broke loose. I'm tired and I feel awful so I'll just copy and paste what I first posted. Forgive me if it's jumbled and rather incoherent:
Hex was having a tantrum. He wanted the couch to sleep on. I finally got off though he's had it and I called him a baby. I went to sleep in HIS room. Mom tried to close his door and I didn't want it closed. They were whispering and mom was making promises to him to make him calm down.
VegetableWarlord: I didn't want the bloody door closed. My brother and mom kept trying to close it and I was pissed at my brother. I called him a baby again and he started threatening violence against me.
VegetableWarlord: I insulted him, saying it was stupid on his part to go to violence over words and he was an overreacting child. Mom was screaming, placed her hand over my mouth, and yelling at me the whole time.
VegetableWarlord: Hex keeps suggesting she give us 15, 10, 5 minutes to settle our differences.
VegetableWarlord: Mom's going crazy, crying, wigging out. Hex puts his hand on her mouth and shoves her head back.
VegetableWarlord: She keeps putting her hand on my mouth and I do it to her but I never hit her or push her. I finally step away and into the hallway. Hex comes charging up. I insult him and he tells me to take off my glasses. I call him a baby, wonder how he'll love juvie if he hits me.
VegetableWarlord: I start sing-songing at him after he shakes me, pushes me, and the like. About how he'll enjoy prison when he's grown. He starts choking me, wrapping his elbow around my head and thrusting me into walls.
VegetableWarlord: Mom comes to try and stop it. He starts choking her.
VegetableWarlord: I aim a punch at him, mom actually catches my arm, and he punches me in the face. I'll let him hurt me but be damned if I'll let him choke mom, especially with that savage look on his face. Like he was going to kill her.
VegetableWarlord: Mom and me leave in the car. She says we're going to payphone. On the way there, numerous times she blames me, insults me, says it's all my fault. I try opening the door to get her to stop the car. I don't want to be there. I want -out-, I want to cry, I am hurting, and my mom is blaming everything on me when I didn't even fight back against Hex.
VegetableWarlord: I honk the horn to get her to stop. She says I have no reasoning and maybe not. But I want OUT, I don't want to be AROUND her when I'm being blamed. We get to the payphone and she has no money for it. Suprise, suprise. We go to a near-by friend's house to use the phone. Mom conventiently forgot she wouldn't be there tonight.
VegetableWarlord: So I'm back home, I've got marks on my neck, and I want to cry.
VegetableWarlord: He slaps her. He hits her. He pushes her. He chokes her. But I talk, I insult him with the truth, and I'm to blame. I want out, I want to get away from my mom because she's hurting me emotionally and I'm unreasonable.
VegetableWarlord: I want to -go-. Nothing's going to be done to him.
Tonight all Hell broke loose. I'm tired and I feel awful so I'll just copy and paste what I first posted. Forgive me if it's jumbled and rather incoherent:
Hex was having a tantrum. He wanted the couch to sleep on. I finally got off though he's had it and I called him a baby. I went to sleep in HIS room. Mom tried to close his door and I didn't want it closed. They were whispering and mom was making promises to him to make him calm down.
VegetableWarlord: I didn't want the bloody door closed. My brother and mom kept trying to close it and I was pissed at my brother. I called him a baby again and he started threatening violence against me.
VegetableWarlord: I insulted him, saying it was stupid on his part to go to violence over words and he was an overreacting child. Mom was screaming, placed her hand over my mouth, and yelling at me the whole time.
VegetableWarlord: Hex keeps suggesting she give us 15, 10, 5 minutes to settle our differences.
VegetableWarlord: Mom's going crazy, crying, wigging out. Hex puts his hand on her mouth and shoves her head back.
VegetableWarlord: She keeps putting her hand on my mouth and I do it to her but I never hit her or push her. I finally step away and into the hallway. Hex comes charging up. I insult him and he tells me to take off my glasses. I call him a baby, wonder how he'll love juvie if he hits me.
VegetableWarlord: I start sing-songing at him after he shakes me, pushes me, and the like. About how he'll enjoy prison when he's grown. He starts choking me, wrapping his elbow around my head and thrusting me into walls.
VegetableWarlord: Mom comes to try and stop it. He starts choking her.
VegetableWarlord: I aim a punch at him, mom actually catches my arm, and he punches me in the face. I'll let him hurt me but be damned if I'll let him choke mom, especially with that savage look on his face. Like he was going to kill her.
VegetableWarlord: Mom and me leave in the car. She says we're going to payphone. On the way there, numerous times she blames me, insults me, says it's all my fault. I try opening the door to get her to stop the car. I don't want to be there. I want -out-, I want to cry, I am hurting, and my mom is blaming everything on me when I didn't even fight back against Hex.
VegetableWarlord: I honk the horn to get her to stop. She says I have no reasoning and maybe not. But I want OUT, I don't want to be AROUND her when I'm being blamed. We get to the payphone and she has no money for it. Suprise, suprise. We go to a near-by friend's house to use the phone. Mom conventiently forgot she wouldn't be there tonight.
VegetableWarlord: So I'm back home, I've got marks on my neck, and I want to cry.
VegetableWarlord: He slaps her. He hits her. He pushes her. He chokes her. But I talk, I insult him with the truth, and I'm to blame. I want out, I want to get away from my mom because she's hurting me emotionally and I'm unreasonable.
VegetableWarlord: I want to -go-. Nothing's going to be done to him.