Life of Delilah

Not the Daughter I know

"The day you started high school is the day you became someone i didn't know." mama says to me.

It was February 1st 2018 and I was home putting dishes away as my mother and I were having an argument over my attitude.

"You aren't the daughter i know. You have become a completely other person, someone who doesn't respect, love, or spend time with me. You are always with you're friends!"

She raises her hands up at me and I throw her a glare. "I'm always with my friends because it's my only sanity from you. You are so overprotective and I can't even hang out with my friends without you saying you miss me or asking me when i'm coming home!" I yell.

"You will never understand me. DO NOT EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!" Mama screams and hits me across my arm.

"I hate you." I whisper and run upstairs to my room while beginning to tear up.

I slam my door and plop onto my bed thinking about how much I literally want to strangle her.

I have to love her because she is my mother but, I can't stand her a lot of times. We have argued for the past 6 months almost every single day.

Not a day goes by that we don't argue or yell at each other and it feels like every little thing I do she gets pissed at me for.

Her and I use to be super close, we'd actually be happy to see each other everyday and enjoyed each other... Now it's the total opposite.

When I was 2 my mother divorced my abusive father and we moved in with my grandparents. Have I mentioned that i'm an only child? Well I am.

After 13 years, we moved into a new house with just me and her; now we just want to kill each other. She doesn't understand me and is an overprotective freak. You would think that since I am a 15 year old freshman in high school she'd let loose and let me go hang out with my friends peacefully.

Well.. it's just the opposite. She has to know their parents and I have to text her frequently when I am with them.

If I don't text her she assumes I am dead or kidnapped so she starts calling me frantically. It's the same thing at school except, I just ignore her.

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It's 9pm on a thursday night.

Still laying in my bed, I think to myself what homework I have. Realizing I have none, I get my backpack and clothes ready on the floor next to my bed. Me being a very organized person, I like everything prepared the day before.

I changed my clothes, brushed my teeth , set my alarm and went to bed.

Twenty minutes after I went to bed I heard my mom come in. She kissed my forehead and whispered "I love you, mama doesn't mean to be like that to you, goodnight." I say nothing, act like i'm asleep, and eventually I did fall asleep because I woke up the next day to my alarm ringing for school.