Becoming Grown

18 is not grown

Well, today is supposed to be a happy occasion, but it turned out to be the worst day of my life. Marsha was pacing around her room trying to keep her composure. Today isn't my wedding day, or my baby shower, or even my 18th birthday. Today is my graduation day.  I didn't think that in my short 18 years that the day I graduate high school was going to be the day that my own mom was going to kick me out with absolutely nothing to my name but 5 dollars for the bus. Just as I'm thinking my mom enters the room with her hand out. "Hand me my phone and my car keys", says her mom forcefully.  I give up my iPhone and keys to my Mercedes without hesitation. My mom has always provided a nice life for me and in return, I tried to be respectful but then my mom fell into a life of putting men before me and now her new boyfriend somehow convinced my mom that once I graduated I had to be cut loose. I find it weird how he has an opinion in my mom's decisions when he's broke and lives off her. He just wanted me out so that she was taking care of him and not me. "Mom I just don't understand why you are doing this", I say with tears in my eyes. 

My mom was going to speak then Rodney walks in. "Hey baby did you pay for that trip yet", he says while glaring at me  "Yes I did and as soon as Marsha leaves we will pack", my mom says smiling. If she wants to play like that then I won't even put up a fight. There's just one problem I don't know who my dad is and don't have friends that would let me move in with them. I'm homeless and have no way of making a living for myself. I could call my ex but he's so clingy. Maybe if I make him think we back together without being with him it could work out. Maybe I can find a job first. I just know that I can't be on the street I wasn't raised like that.