Things at home have been pretty crappy. Mom is doing what she does best, smoking too much, not caring enough. I went home on my lunch break yesterday and Josie (my 17 month old sister) was upstairs by herself in the bathroom playing with stuff under the sink. I yelled for my mom and she was downstairs, smoking. She yelled back at me so I ignored her and went about with my business making my lunch and such.
Then she comes in the kitchen and says, "I bet Chuckie ate all my shredded wheat."
Chuckie is my 16 year old brother. My mother never stops complaining about him eating everything in the house, but he's going through puberty, he's a freaking growing boy. Any normal parent would make sure we had enough food to not starve instead of buying drugs.
"What do you expect when there's nothing else to eat? You want us to starve so you can have your shredded wheat?" is what automatically came out of my mouth. She stomped out of the house and slammed the front door. "Yeah, just walk out, like always." I continued to speak because a friend of my moms, who had joined my mother in the smoking, was sitting on the computer.
She just looked at me and said, "I don't want to hear it, you have clothes, your mom has pot."
I laughed and said, "I haven't been shopping in months and I don't have children to take care of or bills to pay." I was so mad I slammed the fridge door and all the shelves fell. Yesterday my mother was complaining to me about how she couldn't pay the power bill, but she bought weed? That makes total sense.
I'm glad she has her priorities straight. Weed, junk food (that she hides from us), husband, bills, food, children.
I'm not speaking to her currently. It will just end up being a screaming match.
Some background on the situation:
My mother used to beat us. Gave me a concussion and the neighbor called the cops on her, they took pictures they made us go to counseling. She blames it on the fact that Charles (My sister Evelyn's dad, she is now 13) beat her. Meanwhile, Charles was sexually abusing us, mother chose not to tell anyone. I told my aunt. Mother and Charles went to jail, he is still currently there.
We were uprooted. I lived with Aunt Jackie, Evelyn with Aunt Jenny, and Chuckie with her too. I went crazy, depressed, and couldn't pass school. Mom would write and say how sorry she was but that it wasn't her fault because she was scared. Still to this day she doesn't think she did anything wrong.
She went through counseling and got us back and got back together with Chuckie's dad. They were clean while she was on probation. They went to meetings etc etc. Once probation ended, so did being clean. Then Pat(Chuck's dad) left and took Chuck. Mom started to see her AA sponsor, Daryl. She pissed me off so we decided to tell on her again to social services because she was smoking pot, we were taken away again.
She eventually got us all back again and now has a kid with Daryl. Things were a lot better for a while but now were back to where we started. We are poor, she doesn't care about us as much as she does her precious husband. He stole money from her and bought crack, but she still didn't leave him. He is constantly threatening us, and everyone else on the planet. He is one angry man, but he never acts on his threats.
Pretty much, My mom picks bad seeds. It brings her down, and then causes us all to be unhappy. I have gotten to the point where I am sick of picking up her slack and worrying about
her kids. I love them because they are my brother and sisters but they are not my responsibility. I pay $470 a month to live in a bottomless pit of dysfunction. Without that money my mom would not be able to afford to live in the house they do. It just baffles me that she complains about money and how she can't pay bills but yet she goes to buy weed and bullshit. I hate her right now.