Mother Knows Best

motherMoms can easily be our best friend or our worst enemy. We know all the buttons to push to get her mad and when she does she usually loses it. Before I go any further into the topic I just want to say that I love my mother dearly but there are things in the past that make our relationship complicated at times.

My parents have been divorced since I was two so I’ve always been use to going back and forth between houses. They did a wonderful job of getting along and making sure that if there was a problem between them that they didn’t let me see it. Others are not so lucky. With my mom being single she had a few different boyfriends who never panned out. Until I turned 10, then everything changed. My whole world was about to be turned upside down and I didn’t even know it.

She met a man at a coffee shop. To her he was charming, cute, funny and smart. They started going out that day. She didn’t bring him around that much at first, probably to make sure I was okay with it but soon enough I met him. I knew from the moment I met him there was something wrong. He was too nice, too eager to show how good of a person he was. They would bring me and his son on family dates so that we all could bond and get to know each other but I didn’t want anything to do with him. I didn’t want my mom to have anything to do with him, But not so long after their dating he moved in and a few months they got married.

From that moment on my life was a living hell for 5 years. It came to light very quickly that he was a alcoholic/drug addict/bipolar man who was verbally abusive to me and my mom. Most of the time it was directed towards me. Everything I did was wrong. I was never good enough. I was dumb, ugly, stupid, annoying, and well the list goes on but he would pick at everything.

I would beg my mom to do something, say something, anything to make it stop. Sometimes she would tell me that she would and other times I just had to deal with it. Or she agreed with him that I was the problem. They would fight and we would move out or he would be kicked out. My sophomore year of highschool my mom finally decided that she had had enough. She finally kicked him out. And I was beyond thrilled.

To this day she and I cant talk about what happened because we end up fighting about it. It put a huge strain on our relationship at times but we are working on it.

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