My mom and mine's relationship is simply not that good. It's bipolar to say in the least. Sometimes I question whether she may be bipolar, and that sounds harsh and probably quite dumb, but I'm being honest.
We fight a lot, over nothing. I'm fourteen and I don't smoke or drink, I definitely don't party and I stay in the house a lot. At most, I've gone downtown with my friends while at their house, without calling my mom to let her know. I never knew I was doing anything wrong, I assumed that since I was with my friends, it was okay. She freaked out and reasonably so, and I apologized for that, but now apparently her trust in me is damaged.
Anyway, I live in Canada. This is possibly one of the stupidest arguments we've had. The Romney Campaign called my mom's cell phone, and since my dad moved away and had to cancel mine, I've been using hers. I don't use it for anything except calling her, and texting a few close friends. I didn't answer the call, I only listened to the message and deleted it. I thought it was funny (since I'm extremely liberal) and so I told my mom, who immediately said it was "all my fault" and screamed "F*ck you!" at me. I was so confused. I still am. I'm currently locked in my room for it.
I was calm and I admitted I wasn't sure what I had done. With my mom, you just have to be patient and let her cool down. It's like letting a two year old cry it out, in all honesty. She said that I mocked her - I'm still confused on that one. I always try and think about if I've done something wrong, and if I think I have, I'll apologize, but this time I've truthfully done nothing wrong. I received a call form an American presidential campaign, and we're in Canada. She supposes that since I'm so involved with politics, that I've instigated this phone call - that I've plastered her cell phone number either on Facebook or Twitter. It's absolutely ludicrous.
I'm fourteen but all I want to do is run away from her. I respect that she does a lot for me by supporting me with food, clothes and a home - but mentally and emotionally I'm constantly being put down, blamed, and toyed with. It's really too much. She gets mad at me for staying in bed all day when I'm depressed. I'm depressed because I want out. I talked to a therapist, who then tried to talk to my mother, who proceeded to get extremely angry with me so now I don't even know what to do. I've written her letters and tried to talk to her, and then she becomes sensitive and defensive. It's a tangled mess. I would love to move in with my dad but he lives a couple of hours away and probably wouldn't be up to driving me to my school every day, and my friends are what keep me sane at this point.
I just wish I could study abroad for even just a couple of months, clear my head, take some time to study elsewhere and breathe some fresh air. I've had to deal with a lot throughout my life. Nothing too hard, we lost our house and struggle financially but still live in a nice home in a nice area. I have it way better than a lot of people and I realize and appreciate that, but even so, I've dealt with more than a fourteen year old should have over the years.
I'm trying to excel in school so I can eventually take off and flee this city. I just cannot wait to leave and really become my own person. I know that I'm worthy, although I hear otherwise. I'm not stupid and I know that I can do whatever I want to do. It's just hard sometimes.
We fight a lot, over nothing. I'm fourteen and I don't smoke or drink, I definitely don't party and I stay in the house a lot. At most, I've gone downtown with my friends while at their house, without calling my mom to let her know. I never knew I was doing anything wrong, I assumed that since I was with my friends, it was okay. She freaked out and reasonably so, and I apologized for that, but now apparently her trust in me is damaged.
Anyway, I live in Canada. This is possibly one of the stupidest arguments we've had. The Romney Campaign called my mom's cell phone, and since my dad moved away and had to cancel mine, I've been using hers. I don't use it for anything except calling her, and texting a few close friends. I didn't answer the call, I only listened to the message and deleted it. I thought it was funny (since I'm extremely liberal) and so I told my mom, who immediately said it was "all my fault" and screamed "F*ck you!" at me. I was so confused. I still am. I'm currently locked in my room for it.
I was calm and I admitted I wasn't sure what I had done. With my mom, you just have to be patient and let her cool down. It's like letting a two year old cry it out, in all honesty. She said that I mocked her - I'm still confused on that one. I always try and think about if I've done something wrong, and if I think I have, I'll apologize, but this time I've truthfully done nothing wrong. I received a call form an American presidential campaign, and we're in Canada. She supposes that since I'm so involved with politics, that I've instigated this phone call - that I've plastered her cell phone number either on Facebook or Twitter. It's absolutely ludicrous.
I'm fourteen but all I want to do is run away from her. I respect that she does a lot for me by supporting me with food, clothes and a home - but mentally and emotionally I'm constantly being put down, blamed, and toyed with. It's really too much. She gets mad at me for staying in bed all day when I'm depressed. I'm depressed because I want out. I talked to a therapist, who then tried to talk to my mother, who proceeded to get extremely angry with me so now I don't even know what to do. I've written her letters and tried to talk to her, and then she becomes sensitive and defensive. It's a tangled mess. I would love to move in with my dad but he lives a couple of hours away and probably wouldn't be up to driving me to my school every day, and my friends are what keep me sane at this point.
I just wish I could study abroad for even just a couple of months, clear my head, take some time to study elsewhere and breathe some fresh air. I've had to deal with a lot throughout my life. Nothing too hard, we lost our house and struggle financially but still live in a nice home in a nice area. I have it way better than a lot of people and I realize and appreciate that, but even so, I've dealt with more than a fourteen year old should have over the years.
I'm trying to excel in school so I can eventually take off and flee this city. I just cannot wait to leave and really become my own person. I know that I'm worthy, although I hear otherwise. I'm not stupid and I know that I can do whatever I want to do. It's just hard sometimes.