Am I to blame?
Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 6:29 pm
This really isn't me looking for advice..I just need to get this off of my chest. It's hard to just come out and say...but I think my mom is crazy. Sure she is a functioning human being...she goes to work...but yeah..that's about it. I remember when I was younger my mom did her hardest to give my sisters and I everything we wanted. The only bad times I remember are when she completely ignored us to be with her boyfriend. She would lock herself in her room for hours. My older sister was out doing whatever..(getting knocked up) while my little sister and I would stand outside her door, begging for her to come out to make dinner. We eventually learned how to take care of ourselves...in a way. I got into a serious relationship and at the first chance I got I moved out , while my little sister spends most of her time at school and at her boyfriends house.
When I say she is crazy I'm not like "Oh that bitch be crazy!" ...I mean like..she has lost all self respect for herself and she has basically given up on having anything nice in life. Her lawn is unmowed and unkept. For some odd reason she spent A SHITLOAD of money to get three trees removed from the yard, so now all the neighbors can see how horrible the house looks on the outside. The door literally has strips ripped off of it..exposing the brown wood that was covered by green paint. What used to be flower beds are now infested with giant weeds and shit. When you come close to the house there is a faint odor..like someone farted...but it's all around the house...I'll tell you why in a minute...it's pretty embrassing
Today I came into the house after getting a soda from down the street and I could smell fart. So I came in..(greeted by my mom who was wearing no pants..but hey it's her house) and I say "Hey mom..the outside of the house smells like fart." To that she says "Ohh the dogs been farting. I'll spray some febreze." I'm surprised she wasn't taken aback by the look on my face. I said "But mom..it's the entire outside of the house. There is no way a dog's fart could make an entire house smell."
Okay so I will tell you the main reason why I think my mom is crazy...and this is why I think I am to blame....I should have done something about it a while ago....
She has a dog right..but she barely feeds it. She barely has money to put in the fridge. Not saying AT ALL that her being broke has anything to do with it...I'm just saying she has every oppurtunity in the world to go back to college for 6 months so she chould make an honest living. Anyways back to the dog...she feeds it human food ...mainly leftovers from family get togethers. So the dog is in reallllly bad shape. Like bad..like on the verge of death. She doesn't let the dog outside......
(my hands are shaking right now...okay so anyways) she doesn't let the dog outside to go pee or poop, so it does it business in the house. It's been like that for years. The smell has lingered up to the top floor, and my mom is playing dumb about it. On top of that...apparently the washer AND dryer are broken (which makes no sense because she handed me a luke warm-right-out-of-the-dryer towel once) so she hangs up our clothes to dry in the basement....................
I have tried so many times to get her to let me take the dog to the pound..or anywhere..just to liberate it from it's pain..but she refuses. She says it's a good guard dog. UMM news flash, that dog is not going to do shit to an intruder, besides maybe die on top of one.
Ever since I broke up with what's-his-face I had to move back in with her....alot of my clothes are missing, or smell so bad I can never wear them again. I've been washing clothes at a friends house...
I just donno. It seems like it's my fault she is this way....she stopped caring about her own self respect. She doesn't care how her house looks..or smells...she bought my little sister a car (Yeah..bullshit I know) but she had to take over using it because she has no money to fix her van. She has no money in the bank..for fucksake she is like 54 or some shit. No money..at all? Maybe if I had stayed in college and never moved in with my ex she should still care about stuff. Life isn't about having the best cars, of the greatest looking house..I know that...but to just give up on everything..it's so sad.
This is like a crazy wall of text..and thanks to anyone who reads it. I was seriously thinking about getting back with my ex just for a place to live. Horrible..I know..but I feel like I live in a wicked witches house. My skin crawls everytime I walk through the door. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom..but no amount of spring cleaning will ever change this house back to the way it was when I was little. It feels like the walls are crumbling around me.
I want to get a place of my own...and I hate to make excuses but I have basically been feeding myself the entire time I've been here. I make about $200 a week..which is enough for a couple pills, booze and food. Before I know it all my money's gone.
I guess what I'm getting at is..should I talk to my mom about this? Should I tell her to her face how I really feel? Everytime I try to have an adult conversation with her she think I have an attitude or she blows it off like it's funny. UGH
Should I call the cops? Fuck....this sucks.
When I say she is crazy I'm not like "Oh that bitch be crazy!" ...I mean like..she has lost all self respect for herself and she has basically given up on having anything nice in life. Her lawn is unmowed and unkept. For some odd reason she spent A SHITLOAD of money to get three trees removed from the yard, so now all the neighbors can see how horrible the house looks on the outside. The door literally has strips ripped off of it..exposing the brown wood that was covered by green paint. What used to be flower beds are now infested with giant weeds and shit. When you come close to the house there is a faint odor..like someone farted...but it's all around the house...I'll tell you why in a minute...it's pretty embrassing
Today I came into the house after getting a soda from down the street and I could smell fart. So I came in..(greeted by my mom who was wearing no pants..but hey it's her house) and I say "Hey mom..the outside of the house smells like fart." To that she says "Ohh the dogs been farting. I'll spray some febreze." I'm surprised she wasn't taken aback by the look on my face. I said "But mom..it's the entire outside of the house. There is no way a dog's fart could make an entire house smell."
Okay so I will tell you the main reason why I think my mom is crazy...and this is why I think I am to blame....I should have done something about it a while ago....
She has a dog right..but she barely feeds it. She barely has money to put in the fridge. Not saying AT ALL that her being broke has anything to do with it...I'm just saying she has every oppurtunity in the world to go back to college for 6 months so she chould make an honest living. Anyways back to the dog...she feeds it human food ...mainly leftovers from family get togethers. So the dog is in reallllly bad shape. Like bad..like on the verge of death. She doesn't let the dog outside......
I have tried so many times to get her to let me take the dog to the pound..or anywhere..just to liberate it from it's pain..but she refuses. She says it's a good guard dog. UMM news flash, that dog is not going to do shit to an intruder, besides maybe die on top of one.
Ever since I broke up with what's-his-face I had to move back in with her....alot of my clothes are missing, or smell so bad I can never wear them again. I've been washing clothes at a friends house...
I just donno. It seems like it's my fault she is this way....she stopped caring about her own self respect. She doesn't care how her house looks..or smells...she bought my little sister a car (Yeah..bullshit I know) but she had to take over using it because she has no money to fix her van. She has no money in the bank..for fucksake she is like 54 or some shit. No money..at all? Maybe if I had stayed in college and never moved in with my ex she should still care about stuff. Life isn't about having the best cars, of the greatest looking house..I know that...but to just give up on everything..it's so sad.
This is like a crazy wall of text..and thanks to anyone who reads it. I was seriously thinking about getting back with my ex just for a place to live. Horrible..I know..but I feel like I live in a wicked witches house. My skin crawls everytime I walk through the door. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom..but no amount of spring cleaning will ever change this house back to the way it was when I was little. It feels like the walls are crumbling around me.
I want to get a place of my own...and I hate to make excuses but I have basically been feeding myself the entire time I've been here. I make about $200 a week..which is enough for a couple pills, booze and food. Before I know it all my money's gone.
I guess what I'm getting at is..should I talk to my mom about this? Should I tell her to her face how I really feel? Everytime I try to have an adult conversation with her she think I have an attitude or she blows it off like it's funny. UGH
Should I call the cops? Fuck....this sucks.