Mom
I have a hard time thinking about what I want to write here. I need to get some of this stuff off my chest but...I don't know how to start things off or where to begin. There's so much shit going on right now...and it's almost Christmas time...
My mom is back with her no-good wife-beater husband. Back in...I want to say March or April...she went to safe place to get away from him. She was in lock down. She couldn't do anything without a cop standing by. She stayed with people that had burns all down their body, missing half their hair, women that have been beaten to nothing. They didn't have anything. My mom said she learned a lot. She let me listen to the voice mails that he left her, wondering where she was at. He said that once she found her he was going to beat the shit out of her...accused of her of going back to my dad, fucking my dad, seeing my dad behind his back. My dad wants nothing to do with my mom...and I don't think he ever will. Jamie (the piece of shit) constantly yelled at my brother calling my mom a slut and hit her in front of him. He used to steal all of the things my dad bought him for Christmas, like his HP notebook, his psp, and countless numbers of xbox games, our Casio keyboard, my fiance's ps2, and so much other shit. But you could always find them at the Pawn Shop. Always. There's no telling how much crack we provided him with. There was a time before this when my mom was getting in the shower because Jamie wanted to take her out to eat. The motherfucker stole my mom's purse while she was in the shower. She got out and saw that he was gone, got in her car (with nothing but a robe on) and chased him down the fucking highway...and he just threw the empty purse out the window and sped off. And she took him back after that...she took him back... But I thought she was doing the right thing by going to safe place this time. The police was on her side. She said she was never going back.
My mom is a liar. She stretches the truth so bad that it's nothing close to what really happened. She's a fucking liar.
My mom is back with her no-good wife-beater husband. Back in...I want to say March or April...she went to safe place to get away from him. She was in lock down. She couldn't do anything without a cop standing by. She stayed with people that had burns all down their body, missing half their hair, women that have been beaten to nothing. They didn't have anything. My mom said she learned a lot. She let me listen to the voice mails that he left her, wondering where she was at. He said that once she found her he was going to beat the shit out of her...accused of her of going back to my dad, fucking my dad, seeing my dad behind his back. My dad wants nothing to do with my mom...and I don't think he ever will. Jamie (the piece of shit) constantly yelled at my brother calling my mom a slut and hit her in front of him. He used to steal all of the things my dad bought him for Christmas, like his HP notebook, his psp, and countless numbers of xbox games, our Casio keyboard, my fiance's ps2, and so much other shit. But you could always find them at the Pawn Shop. Always. There's no telling how much crack we provided him with. There was a time before this when my mom was getting in the shower because Jamie wanted to take her out to eat. The motherfucker stole my mom's purse while she was in the shower. She got out and saw that he was gone, got in her car (with nothing but a robe on) and chased him down the fucking highway...and he just threw the empty purse out the window and sped off. And she took him back after that...she took him back... But I thought she was doing the right thing by going to safe place this time. The police was on her side. She said she was never going back.
My mom is a liar. She stretches the truth so bad that it's nothing close to what really happened. She's a fucking liar.