Wednesday, December 2, 2009

I'm tired of my Mom and her bullshit, forreal. I love my Mom and she's the only parent I got and she supports me financially, but when it comes to her parenting skills concerning my brother it's just a nu uh. Whenever she talks about it she uses that "I was so busy when he was growing up. I shouldn't have put him in school that early, I just needed someone to watch him. Things were crazy, you know that blah blah." Okay I understand that but... was the really in the best interest of you and him in the long run? Look at this shit. NINE hours of just continuous screaming, yelling, crying, throwing shit. I mean come on, that shit HAS to fuck with my brother mentally. I would know bitch, you're part of the reason I was depressed. I can tell that boy is going to be fucked up in the head as he gets older. I mean, he's nine and you still let him sleep with you? I can't say shit though, not my place. I love my brother too much to let you fuck him up in the head like you do, but at the same time I can't say shit. It's so hurtful to witness all this shit happening because I know what it's gonna do to him and I hate hearing him screaming "Mom! No! I'm sorry!" Don't get it wrong though, she doesn't physically abuse him or anything, it's just she yells at him, loudly, meanly, and sometimes I think she takes her words too far. For Christ's sake he's 9. Yes I know, he doesn't listen, it takes him forever to do his homework but he wouldn't be like that if you change your parenting style.. You let him play videogames all day, all he does it watch TV I mean what the fuck did you expect? When it comes to my brother and the way she parents my Mother and I disagree. Honestly if it was just me and my Mom things would be soo different. I'm not saying I don't want my brother around or that I don't love him because I do, but I'm just speaking the truth. I fake the relationship between my Mom and me. Most of the time I just do shit that'll shut her up and keep her happy but seriously, inside it kills me and I'm dying. That sounds over exaggerated but it's true. But after I cry or feel shitty about it I just get angry as fuck because of how immature she acts. You're a 36 year old grownass woman, act like one. I'd get along with my Mom so much better if my brother wasn't around, plain and simple. But I love him brother, I don't wish him dead/gone/never born, he's the cutest little thing ever (even when he's being an annoying little fuckershit). It's just my Mom and her actions and shitty parenting. The thing is I have no where to escape anymore since we live in an apartment 20 minutes away from the rest of San Jose. -__- When we lived with my Grandparents I could just walk aside and take a walk but here I can't, and that sucks. I don't eat a lot to begin with living here (partly because the bitch doesn't ever take us grocery shopping), but when they argue and shit it makes me lose my appetite and they always seem to be in it the the worst around dinner time (that is IF she cooks dinner). And eating is the one thing I feel like I can control in my life. My life has always been chaotic and unstable and uncontrollable that eating and what I put in my body is the one thing I can control. Woah, I sound like a psycho... I love my Mom, always have, always will, but some of the shit she does just makes my fucken blood boil and it aint even cool. I just wish when they're fighting I could grab some of my shit and stay at my Grandparent's house. I think I've vented enough, time for bed, hopefully.

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