Hey Hey… long time no post.
Some of you might remember how I was kinda… you know, living on an island, on a lake. And miserable. (here, to name one )Well…
seeing as how I haven’t posted in a few dozen weeks, Maybe an update would come in handy.
See, Seeing as how I was you know, depressed and whatnot, I turned to drugs. Weed, to be exact. Made me… well, not AS unhappy(well, at least when I was high, anyways.) But I digress. I started to smoke pot. I turned into quite the chronic, actually. And then… I got caught.
Smoking a joint in my room, that is(stupid stupid stupid) with my bestest freind. I thought, Hey! stick a towel under the door! Mom’l never know, she’s down stairs!(we had had about half a 26 each of bacardi 151. We weren’t in the best frame of mind.) so, I got caught, life got miserableer. Then, a month later, mom was going through my things and found a note that I wrote to Cera(one I got caught the first time with) saying “I smoked a bowl last night”. All hell broke loose. Mom asked me why I would do drugs, I said “because I’m not happy.” “why aren’t you happy?” “because I live on this isn’and with your asshole husband.”
So I moved down south. With my antie(I was originally supposed to move in with my dad, but he’s out of town alot and his fiancee(whom I like WAY more then I like mom) won’t live with him till they’re married(this August))to a small town called Vermilion, about 2 hours max out of Edmonton.
I LOVE IT. I have a boyfreind (he’s shane ) and I have a social life and… Well, I’m Happy. full time. For the first time EVER that I can remember since I’ve been little.
sigh life is good… Just wanted you guys to know that now I can’t hold the record for the most isolated doper.
The best day of my life was when I left home to go to college. Congratulations.
With this new freedom comes a lot of responsibility. Things you do now can well help or haunt you for many years to come. Use this freedom wisely and you won’t believe how much you will blossom.
Haj
Well, I haven’t done anything bad as of YET… I wanna stay happy for as long as possible.
Hey, congrats, and good on ya. That whole “not dreading getting out of bed every single morning” thing is pretty nice, when you can manage it.
If it’s not prying too much, what’s the prognosis on you and your mother? More to the point, what are the odds of something warmer than peaceful coexistence going on?
[sub]Of course, six months down the road, it’ll be easier to get along than right at the moment, judging by my own limited experience in this area.[/sub]
Me and my mother… Well, She’s difficult. As far as getting along goes… we aren’t. She’s all uspet because her 16 year old is going out with a college boy(understandable) but what pisses her off the most is that She’s not here to tell me what I can’t do… I think she misses bossing me around. But we never got along anyways, so its kinda an improvement, I guess…
I’m willing to bet that this:
isn’t quite as true as it feels to you right at the moment.
Or rather, there’s not as much overt hostility in your mother’s view of the situation as you’re feeling there is, right now. To her “bossing you around” = “helping you avoid making a huge life-shattering mistake.”
Consider things from her point of view: You’re sixteen, practically a child yet, you can’t possibly make the best decisions for yourself and your future without her to help you along. After all, you turned to dope just because you weren’t getting along with her boyfriend, so how responsible and intelligent can you really be about making decisions that can affect your entire life right now, and…
No, I’m, not saying any of this is true, or how I see the situation, or even exactly how she feels about it. But a very large percentage of parents have this kind of gut-level reaction to any sign of rebelliousness/independence by a child.
Something I could never really grasp until I became a parent m’self: It takes a lot of mental effort to see your child as anything but your little baby, no matter how old or wise they are. You spent a big chunk of your life changing this kid’s diapers, feeding them, teaching them how to use a toilet and dress themselves, and cross the street safely, and…
They just completely lose sight of how frustrating this shit was when they went through it themselves, with their own folks, once upon a time. Unless things have progressed to the point of, “I never want to see you again. You’re dead to me,” the relationship will get better, given a little time to cool off. For both of you.
Of course, I could be so far off base here that you’re having trouble containing your laughter right now. But don’t write her off just yet.
Even if her boyfriend is the biggest jackass on the planet.
Skeezix, the mom in question is my sister. The situation isn’t really being exaggerated. Her husband has always treated Miss Magic8Ball like a piece of crap.
Man. I’d love to live on an island.
HA.
WOuld you like to live in an island where you had to get up at 5 30 EVERY SINGLE day so that you could take a 20 minute boat ride(in a 20 foot aluminium bpoat with a 30 horse pwer engine) to town, and have to deal with misquitos and wolves that ATTACK YOUR DOG and squirrels that eat your laundry that you put out on the clothes line and mice that eat your imported EVERYTHING and bears that attack you and…
Well. I could go on. Suffice it to say that if I ever go camping again it’l be too seeon. And Skeezix… What Gingerofthenorth says is true. I know I’ve screwed up. I’m not one of those teenagers who are like, “she told me to do her homework! she’s SO mean!”, I actually understand that most of the shit she does is for my own good. SHe was great. When her husband wasn’t around. And when we didn’t live on a friggin island 12 miles away from town(half of that on water) so… the main problem was her peice of shit husband. Whe she was around him, she treated me almost as bad as he did.
Fair 'nuff. It does indeed sound like getting the hell out of Dodge was a huge step in the right direction for you.
So it’s pretty clear that mom’s hubby (I won’t call him your step-dad since he sounds completely underserving of the appellation) is the initial source of all the bad blood. She may yet come around, especially now that there’s no question just why life was unbearable for you living there, and make him shape up. At the least, there’s a chance that she’ll see how her own behavior contributed to your taking a walk, and try to change that for the better.
Or you’ll just stay happy without much interaction with her, and that’s their loss. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out. And that sucks.
But that’s life.
In any case, best o’ luck to ya, and congrats, once again, on doing what you needed to do.