AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[princesserotica]

 So earlier today my mom and I got into a HUGE fight. And when I say huge, I do mean huge. I refuse to even go into all of it again, but let's just say that she's a big fat liar who refuses to live in the "real" world and take responsibility for her actions. Then there's her compulsive tendency of punching me like I'm a man. She had the audacity to get mad because I told her that I refuse to let her hit me like that again. Now don't get me wrong. I was raised to believe that you should never hit your parents back. And for the majority of my life I have been a firm believer of that principle. I have never hit my mom. NEVER. Even when she's using me as her personal punching bag. But all of that shit stops here. I'm just sick of it. She has no right to put her hands on me. None at all. I don't care if she carried me for nine months and went through sixteen hours of labor. I really could care less. I thank her for bringing me into this world, but knowing what I know now, I really wish she would have just had the damn abortion. I know she thought about it. So she should have just done it. Anything would have been better than the bullshit I go through with her. And of course she makes it out to be all my fault. WHATEVER!!!! But I should be used to my mom's bullshit by now. I've been dealing with it off and on for twenty years. So of course once we finished arguing my immediate response was to run to Maine. When I'm in Maine I don't have to worry about my parents trying to knock the shit out of me, or accuse me of sleeping with my sister's boyfriend, or being called a stuck-up white bitch who thinks she knows everything. But then I realized that if I run away to Maine I'm letting my mom win once again, and I refuse to give her that pleasure. If I go to Maine, then believe me when I say I am NEVER returning to Georgia. And my life is actually going good for a change. So fuck her!! So for the next couple of days, I'm going to hang out at Amber's house until I calm down enough to pretend to be sorry so that I can move back into my mom's house. And I do mean pretend because I'm not sorry for anything I said to her. In fact I wish I had said more.
   On a different note, I have a new boyfriend. One that I REALLY like. He seems like he's a great guy. At least he did until tonight. He seems to think that the fight I had with my mom wasn't serious enough to warrant me threatening to as he terms it "run away." And that I'm rebelling against my mom by hanging out at Amber's house. So until I go home I'm not to call him. And while we're on this sabbatical I'm not allowed to "do what I want." WHATEVER!! So I'm supposed to remember that I'm in a committed relationship but I'm not allowed to communicate with my boyfriend. Get real.
 But other than that, my life is going good. Hope everyone is having the time of their lives!!
Luv Ya!!
Princess