Jul 28, 2004 17:48
these past three weeks don't seem to be lived by me. my mother invited her methodome using boyfirend to move in with us into our studio apartment. keep in mind my mother is an abuser of vicadin, soma, dorvacet and many other downers.
i relized she knew i wasn't gonna be ok with her decision, so she didn't even bother to inform me about it, i kinda came home one evening and found them both, ready for bed, in their pajamas. i layed in my bed, pretending to be numb for about what seem 15 minutes, then a friend called, and i went to the bathroom to talk with privacy. i found myself telling him "well he moved in, and it sux, but can i do, ive cried and cried and cired, im all cried out, i guess ill just deal with it now."
then after our conversation i felt a little fustrated with myself, so i took off. and actually never turned back. i lived with a friend for a week, and then my brother and sister heard the story through the grape vine and both of them ofered me a home. it was a tough call, to choose. both aren't the greatest of living situations, but then again living with ma, whos constantly too fucked up to hold a conversation with you isn't to great either. lifes a bitch but makes you grow a thick layer.
david bowie couldn't have said it better
"cha- cha -changeeeeeees"