At around 10am where I live, my mom called me down, while I had a friend over. She took me into the basement about a back-up CD of mine.
After yelling at me for around 20 min. and bassically calling me a sick freak, she broke the CD in my face, told me I was grounded and that my grounding would be extended if I ever did anything else furry-related.
Of course, I was sad, I cried for around 3 hours, somehting I havent done for 6-8 months. Afterwards my mom took my friend home and I went to go stay with a furry friend of mine.
After the 24-ish hours passed, I went to a town festival and got sunburnt, but I was so happy ^^...
Then my brother came to pick me up, and once my mom came home, the first thing she did was argue about it more, and basically acting more pissed. Then tried to explain to me that the reason I'm sad is because I'm trying to make her feel guilty and...
FUCK NO! I'm sad because I felt personally attacked by my own mother!
Afterwards, she went to the corner with my brother, I went but after seeing her shoot me a look, decided not to get anything.
We argued more in the car, and when I got out, I was so frustrated, not only because she called me sick again, but because she was able to sit down and talk to her friend right afterward. I was so frustrated I walked inside and grabbed a knife, and well...my arm is bandaged right now.
Then I punched a hole into a stump out in the woods behind me house, my arm was also pretty well cut up afterwards.
Finally I get home crying and my mom tries to explain my feelings to me again, which pissed me off, she then got into another argument about it and went back to talking to her friend.
The next part is saved for my close friends only.
Maybe I am overreacting to this all, but now none of my brothers seem to respect me anymore, they all tret me as if i'm the family outcast. Then? I tell me dad, whom I havent seen since christmas, and he laughs! He laughs, wanst astranged, wasnt mad, he laughed at it and told me my mom was overreating.
I always thought my mom was someone who would understand.
So now, I'm going to go to a friends house to stay the night again, and I'm going to go spend the week-end with my care-free father. Thank god, all I want to do is get out of this super-heated hell-hole.
(It is liteally about 90 degrees in my house, which dosent help)
- Mood:
Lonely