mommy issues

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I walk in the door the smell always hits me like a cement wall. It smells like beer, cigarette smoke and mold. I'll never miss that smell. Somethings different I hear clattering in the kitchen. I don't have to walk that far from the door to the so called 'kitchen'. And see my very drunk mom trying to make a microwave meal. "Oh, Maxine! Thereee you areee" she was slurring her words and tripping over beer cans, I stepped back. "You'reee late." She was trying to sound mad but the effects of the alcohol drowned it out. "Mom, please just go back to sleep. I don't want to deal with you right it's too late for this"

I managed to get to my room before she got to me. "Come onnn. Let's watch a movie or somethingggg, you don't wanna ghost your own mommm. Do ya?" She was now banging on my door. I was sitting on my bed trying to block out the noise with a pillow "Go away! Please!" I tried to yell but it was futile. The banging stopped after she got tired. When it stopped I crawled out of my shitty bed and grabbed my phone, went to Spotify and just put on some random playlist from my library. Grabbed my headphones and just tuned out everything. The house, my mom, the drugs, the drama with Jane. Just all left my mind and I got some mental peace. I eventually fell asleep 

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