So thats the story of my amazing childhood. What did you think? Pretty sad? Yeah, I know; but I dint want your pity, I have enough issues as it is.
Anyway I'm a senior in high school now and I quit putting up with moms shit a long time ago. She finally realized that she cant push me around any more because now im big enough to push back. Its al.ost like she isnt even a real person anymore, just the shell of a person. I havent even talked to her except mabey like four times since I got a job and moved out almost three months ago. I even stopped by my childhood home once right after I moved out, bet you can guess how that went. Actually I was just thinking about stopping by there after work... if only to make sure she is still alive. Dont get me wrong, I love my mother; its just hardnot to have so much resentment and contemt for someone who beat you and threw their life away for drugs and then had the audacity to try and drag u down with them.
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"Mom!" I yell when I walk through the door... she is probably passed out somewhere.
"Back here honey!" I here. Honey? What the hell was that? I find her in the kitchen and she is not a lone. Great probably one of her drug dealers. You would think she would have the sense not to bring them to where she lives for Christ's sake. Then again look who we are talking about.
"How are you sweetie?" What? Again with the mushy names? Ok something has got to be going on.
"Umm... I'm fine, whats going on?"
"Alisa, I want u to meet Bill."
I look over at uh, bill. "Hey, nive to meet you I guess." This guy looks pretty clean cut, but hey you never know
"You to, your mom has told me a lot about you."
Are you kidding me right now? "You know, thats funny since this is the first time I've heard anything about you." Haha, the look on his face though. "Anyway, so how do you guys know each other?" I look back and forth between my mom and Bill, and finally my mom speeks.
"Alisa, Bill is my fiance."
