A Continuation
Last night was probably the worst birthday I’ve ever had, ever. I don’t understand why it just blew up and why something so small had to blow so much out of proportion. Everything was great until we got home and my mom decided playing games would be fun. That’s when everything went down hill very very very quickly.
So, after I left East Cobb, my mom and I were laughing and having fun. We got Chick-fil-a and we went to American Eagle and I got this reeeeeeeeeeeeally cute coat. And then we drove home to meet my sisters we could go eat at Ru San. The food was good and we drove home. It’s funny, because I could kinda tell something bad was about to happen by the feeling and mood I had. I mean, when it’s your birthday and all of a sudden you get cold and feel sick in nervous out of NO WHERE, that should be obvious foreshadowing.
Again, my mom devised the brilliant plan of playing games. At first, everything was okay and we were having fun. Well, first off, before I get to the main part of this story, I have to tell you my mom has serious issues with me growing up. The fact that I am just a year away from being 18 freaks her the fuck out. I think this is because she was never really there when I was a little kid because my dad left and she had to work 3 jobs, so my grandparents are really the ones who saw me grow and she wants time with me before I leave. I don’t think she feels like she ever got to really watch me grow. But that is no reason to FLIP THE FUCK OUT!
Anyways, we were playing games and my dad was being a complete jackass. He was tired, so he didn’t want anyone laughing or talking loud, and he set rules. Rules for playing games that already had fucking rules. Why the hell do we need to set rules for rules? That probably sounded confusing so just ignore it and take in that my dad was acting like a little titty baby. Well, I kinda stood by and took it for a while, even though it was my birthday, and just let him be. But then, we started playing this new game and he just did something so intentionally mean and douche baggish that I just couldn’t believe it. My mom just laughed and my sisters and I were like :0. So, I got mad for all of…hmmm, two seconds. Apparently I had a bad face because of what he did and she got mad at me. FOR HAVING A SAD/BAD FACE. What the hell?
So, she flipped. Flipped her fucking shit like a pancake. She started going off, “Why the hell are you looking like that? Just because your dad snapped at you girls gives you no reason to look like that!” “Look like what mom?” “Look like a fucking brat.” “I’m just kinda irked but it’ll pass in like 2 min. Just give me time to get over it.” “How dare you get mad when your father does so much for you…” blah de fucking blahhhhhhhhhhhh. I mad a face. That’s it. It wasn’t even a bitchy face or your typical teenager face that usually looks all bratty and stuffs. NO. I looked kinda sad and slightly pissed. Big whoop. Whatever, so she freaked and was like, “WHATEVER! Let’s just not play anymore, let’s just not fucking play.” And my dad said, “No, it’s fine. Everything is okay. Let’s just play.” Thank you. Jeeeze.
Okay, so I’m not the kinda girl to get bitched at for no reason and then bounce back like I’m a happy hippie child. So, I wasn’t the happiest for a little bit. But I wasn’t rude and I was playing and my mom kept flashing me dirty looks like a freakin bitchy 13 year old. So, I rolled my eyes, maybe not the best of ideas, but I was sick of her. 20 more minutes of me feeling awkward and unwanted (on my birthday no less), we were done, and she asked Dan, Mat and I to take the games upstairs. So I did. But shhhhhe took that as me saying FUCK HER or something. So he called me downstairs and started lecturing and bitching at me for no reason on my birthday! And I think she got madder as she heard herself talk because I wasn’t doing anything but sitting there and trying to tune her out. She got mad and stormed off. So, by this point I am just so angry, I start crying in my room just fucking pissed.
This is when it got really ugly.
I went to my computer desk and my shoebox fell of the desk whish sounded like a slam and my mom stormed up the stairs and opened my door and screamed at me for slamming shit and said if I was going to act like a 3yr old I didn’t deserve my birthday and that she was going to take this and that away because I’m such a bad child. Yeah, it was seriously that bad. I’m not even exaggerating. I’m sure you’re thinking, well teenagers try and make themselves look like the good guy in situations with their parents. Dude. I can tell you right now, this is EXACTLY what happened. So then, she kept screaming and pushing me to my limits.
People who know me well know that if there is on thing I cannot stand, like literately cannot stand because it tears me up, is screaming. It kills me and I break down and start to fall apart. I know why, but that’s not important.
So she kept pushing me and screaming and I was just freakin out. So I finally just screamed back because there was only so much I could take. I was like, “Mom just leave me alone! Just let me chill for two seconds okay?! Just leave me alone! I’m sick, it’s my birthday, and you’re making me have a fucking breakdown!”
She did back off but not without…..going out without a fight. I’m not getting into that.
I went outside to get away and to look at stuff. And I cooled off and went inside.
This is when I started taking down the decorations in my room. Yeah, I got really nice decorations, I was so happy, but then I had to take them down and this really upset me for some reason. I didn’t like HAVE to take them down, but there was nothing to celebrate anymore. Everything was just…ruined. Popping the balloons hurt really badly. I feel 2 for saying and admitting that, but damn.
Then she came upstairs to take my cell, she took my new coat, and took my computer apart. So, I was there all alone with no one to talk to. Just alone. After a fucking huge fight that broke me down. On my birthday. I’ve never felt so dead in my life. So I kinda snapped into this daze, just crying and unpacking. (I had just come back form East Cobb).
About 3omin later, she came upstairs and apologized, admitted she pushed me, gave me my cell and computer parts back and kinda sat there. Then she said I love you. I told her I loved her too, and she just left. Things still aren’t okay with us.
Anyways, when I got my cell back, I had to turn it on, and I saw Jake had called. I’m so fucking glad he did because honestly…I didn’t know what to do. If I didn’t talk to him that night, I really have no idea what I would have done. But, he made me laugh and he made me feel better and yeahh.
Some great fucking birthday. Happy birthday Kristin.
You probably can’t really understand what happened or what I felt. You had to be there. Madi, came in and talked to me to make me feel better. We talked from like the time Jake and I got off the phone till 4.
Gods, 17.
I hate this year already.
