This is so long, I just really needed to get it all down. I'm really confused.
My mom has always had problems. She's been depressed since as long as I can remember. She left my dad when I was four, and moved me and my brother and sister into this rathole, cockroach infested little duplex. She slept all day, we fended for ourselves. My dad had us Thursday night through Sunday I think. I don't remember much of this time. One day though, is engrained in my memory forever. She was cleaning our room, she lifted the queen size mattress my brother and sister and I slept on and it was a sheet of roaches.
She eventually got a job, that just meant we went to a baby sitters. I felt like I lived at the babysitters. One of the babysitters had two teenage sons. She left the oldest to watch us once. He took me in the bathroom. I've never been able to say what happened. I don't even remember a lot. I mentioned it to my husband once, but I couldn't say what happened even then. I just can't bring myself to put into words what he did.
When she met my step dad, things definitely improved for us. She was happy for a while, but I always remember her always being absent. When I was 14, she cheated on my step dad and got caught. I'm sure it wasn't the first time, because I remember her being strangely close to the sheriff who taught D.A.R.E when I was in fifth grade. He was overly nice to me, even though I was an annoying child.
I'm not sure when the drugs started. Maybe she'd been on them a long time. But she started acting weird. I'd ask her what was wrong and she'd say "I'm just tired." Slurring her words. I'd find her passed out on the toilet. We also lived in a small town, so it didn't help my situation at school when she drove into the local convenience store, drugged out of her mind, with me, my bro and sis. Kids couldn't come to play with my little sister.
Anyway, she got caught, it was the summer so my bro and sis were staying at my dad and step mom's for the summer. She picked us up one night in a car we didn't recognize. She was in a really good mood. She was tan. She was telling us she would be back with our step dad by the time school started. She was living at the lake with these people. She said this man was "her friend" yet they were sharing an air mattress in the same tent. I refused to go in the tent. I knew something was going on. She kept telling us that she'd be back home by the time school started. Then after we got dinner that night, we were headed back to the lake and she said "You know Don and I are getting a divorce right?" I remember it was dark and late, it would have been a beautiful night, but I felt so alone. I never felt safe when I was with her. I knew she couldn't protect me, I had to protect her. Then Tim, the man she was with got incredibly drunk. He started crying that we didn't like him. I was 14, I was a soft-hearted girl, and he was making me feel bad that I was so sad that my mom was divorcing my step dad, who had been a part of most of my life. I told him I didn't know him yet, but I needed time.
After school started, I avoided my mother when I could. I stayed with my step dad and his new girlfriend, who I loved. Then my mom went to Wisconsin where she was from. She called me one evening and said she was thinking of moving us there. It wasn't decided yet, and I couldn't tell anyone.
Sure enough when she came back it was decided. For some reason, not going with her wasn't an option for me. My brother and sister didn't have a choice, they needed me. I think, I felt I had to take care of her too. Tim was a screw-up. Couldn't keep a job. He was so immature. I tried to talk mom out of moving there every time I was with her. She actually told me, she was afraid of what she might do if she stayed in our town.
The night we left Kansas, I had a massive panic attack. It was the worst feeling I've ever felt. Saying good bye to my step dad, he tried not to cry, but he couldn't help it. Saying good bye to my dad. Remembering watching him watch us drive away, standing alone on his porch, still makes me cry.
Wisconsin was the worst experience of my life. I don't know how I didn't shrivel up and die. If I could have willed myself to stop living I would have. The majority of our stay there we staying in this tiny duplex. It had a living room, which we kids shared. A kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom. For five people, an english mastiff and a black lab. My mom was on drugs the whole time. Tim was drunk. I would have flunked out of school if we hadn't moved back home. I really can't describe how miserable my life there was.
After we came home, my mom got in a car accident. She was almost killed. My dad took advantage of it, and got custody of us. Which was the best thing that happened to me in a long time. My step mom got me some therapy.
Almost three years ago, I told my mom that if she didn't go to rehab, then I wouldn't be part of her life any longer. My sister and brother did the same. She denyed that she did drugs. She yelled at me. I left. So did my brother and sister. I think the drugs were just an excuse for me though. I don't know. I just know that I was relieved.
But now she found out I'm pregnant and her attempts to contact me have gotten even more desperate. I have no idea how I feel about her. I don't think I could even figure it out by myself. I don't hate her, I don't love her. Except maybe I kind of hate her. I really can't figure out what I feel. When I think of her, I feel nothing but tension all over. I've asked her to please respect my decision, she refuses.
I'm just so messed up because of her. I've worked really hard to get myself where I am mentally. I have a baby I have to take care of in September, I need my head on straight. I don't need her messing me all up.
I'm sorry to blab this all out. But thanks for reading.
My mom has always had problems. She's been depressed since as long as I can remember. She left my dad when I was four, and moved me and my brother and sister into this rathole, cockroach infested little duplex. She slept all day, we fended for ourselves. My dad had us Thursday night through Sunday I think. I don't remember much of this time. One day though, is engrained in my memory forever. She was cleaning our room, she lifted the queen size mattress my brother and sister and I slept on and it was a sheet of roaches.
She eventually got a job, that just meant we went to a baby sitters. I felt like I lived at the babysitters. One of the babysitters had two teenage sons. She left the oldest to watch us once. He took me in the bathroom. I've never been able to say what happened. I don't even remember a lot. I mentioned it to my husband once, but I couldn't say what happened even then. I just can't bring myself to put into words what he did.
When she met my step dad, things definitely improved for us. She was happy for a while, but I always remember her always being absent. When I was 14, she cheated on my step dad and got caught. I'm sure it wasn't the first time, because I remember her being strangely close to the sheriff who taught D.A.R.E when I was in fifth grade. He was overly nice to me, even though I was an annoying child.
I'm not sure when the drugs started. Maybe she'd been on them a long time. But she started acting weird. I'd ask her what was wrong and she'd say "I'm just tired." Slurring her words. I'd find her passed out on the toilet. We also lived in a small town, so it didn't help my situation at school when she drove into the local convenience store, drugged out of her mind, with me, my bro and sis. Kids couldn't come to play with my little sister.
Anyway, she got caught, it was the summer so my bro and sis were staying at my dad and step mom's for the summer. She picked us up one night in a car we didn't recognize. She was in a really good mood. She was tan. She was telling us she would be back with our step dad by the time school started. She was living at the lake with these people. She said this man was "her friend" yet they were sharing an air mattress in the same tent. I refused to go in the tent. I knew something was going on. She kept telling us that she'd be back home by the time school started. Then after we got dinner that night, we were headed back to the lake and she said "You know Don and I are getting a divorce right?" I remember it was dark and late, it would have been a beautiful night, but I felt so alone. I never felt safe when I was with her. I knew she couldn't protect me, I had to protect her. Then Tim, the man she was with got incredibly drunk. He started crying that we didn't like him. I was 14, I was a soft-hearted girl, and he was making me feel bad that I was so sad that my mom was divorcing my step dad, who had been a part of most of my life. I told him I didn't know him yet, but I needed time.
After school started, I avoided my mother when I could. I stayed with my step dad and his new girlfriend, who I loved. Then my mom went to Wisconsin where she was from. She called me one evening and said she was thinking of moving us there. It wasn't decided yet, and I couldn't tell anyone.
Sure enough when she came back it was decided. For some reason, not going with her wasn't an option for me. My brother and sister didn't have a choice, they needed me. I think, I felt I had to take care of her too. Tim was a screw-up. Couldn't keep a job. He was so immature. I tried to talk mom out of moving there every time I was with her. She actually told me, she was afraid of what she might do if she stayed in our town.
The night we left Kansas, I had a massive panic attack. It was the worst feeling I've ever felt. Saying good bye to my step dad, he tried not to cry, but he couldn't help it. Saying good bye to my dad. Remembering watching him watch us drive away, standing alone on his porch, still makes me cry.
Wisconsin was the worst experience of my life. I don't know how I didn't shrivel up and die. If I could have willed myself to stop living I would have. The majority of our stay there we staying in this tiny duplex. It had a living room, which we kids shared. A kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom. For five people, an english mastiff and a black lab. My mom was on drugs the whole time. Tim was drunk. I would have flunked out of school if we hadn't moved back home. I really can't describe how miserable my life there was.
After we came home, my mom got in a car accident. She was almost killed. My dad took advantage of it, and got custody of us. Which was the best thing that happened to me in a long time. My step mom got me some therapy.
Almost three years ago, I told my mom that if she didn't go to rehab, then I wouldn't be part of her life any longer. My sister and brother did the same. She denyed that she did drugs. She yelled at me. I left. So did my brother and sister. I think the drugs were just an excuse for me though. I don't know. I just know that I was relieved.
But now she found out I'm pregnant and her attempts to contact me have gotten even more desperate. I have no idea how I feel about her. I don't think I could even figure it out by myself. I don't hate her, I don't love her. Except maybe I kind of hate her. I really can't figure out what I feel. When I think of her, I feel nothing but tension all over. I've asked her to please respect my decision, she refuses.
I'm just so messed up because of her. I've worked really hard to get myself where I am mentally. I have a baby I have to take care of in September, I need my head on straight. I don't need her messing me all up.
I'm sorry to blab this all out. But thanks for reading.