My mother was never someone that I could look up to. Being little, I was often left alone. It sounds like every other sap story about peoples' mothers and fathers being drunks and leaving them to fend for themselves, but that's how it went. I didn't ever have a relationship with her, and at the age of 6 I realized I didn't want to try for one anymore. Every weekend she would go out and party with her friends, always coming home drunk. She had a lot of anger after the goofy spell wore off. Usually I would stay out of her way, avoiding her every chance I had. I wish I could say that all of this was a thing of the past, but it's not. It still occurs today, and I'm growing really tired of it.
Seventeen is supposed to be the age where I go out and party and have fun with my friends. I'm jealous of my mom in a way, because she gets that freedom when she is 33 years old. I guess I can't really be too mad, since she didn't have the chance to be a regular seventeen year old either. At age 16, she became pregnant with me. I don't know much about who the sperm came from, only that it was someone she always thought she'd marry. So, being the idiot she was, she gave in to the pressure and had unprotected sex with him. And here I am. I'm not going to be that smart girl who always does her homework and takes care of the house like every other girl does when her mom is a drunk. I do what I need to when I need to, and the rest just has to suffer.
