Heya guys, you may have noticed that over the past 5 days I haven't been on the forums much. This is because I've had the biggest problems with my parents in my whole lifetime.
It started when I came home from break-dancing last Tuesday, in the car with my Dad. When we pulled into our drive, he stopped me from getting out and said the following:
"Jamie, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, I really am, but the cancer I got rid of 1 year ago? It's back, and now it's terminal. I have a year to live."
As I'm sure you can imagine, I was devastated. I had the whole mixture of emotions. I was sad, because he is going to die when I'm young. I was angry, because it shouldn't be happening to my family. I was jealous, because other people's parents didn't have these problems. In other words, I was comlpetely shook up.
Five minutes later, I walk into my house. The first thing I wanted to do was to tell Becky, my girlfriend, and I could guarantee she'd be on MSN. When I approached the PC, I saw a note there, in my Mum's writing, reading "No PC today Jamie". Frustrated as I already was, this just made things worse. I went into the living room, and I demanded what I was grounded for off my mother. She then says:
"You had food in your room once again. It's upstairs now, go take a look".
This part is bollocks, because when I went upstairs there was nothing there. I told this to mum, but she still banned me. So I said: "You have no reason to ground me from the PC, because there was no food upstairs. I'm still going on the PC."
Ten minutes later she's outside screaming me to get off the pc. I refused, retaliating that she had no right to take me off the pc, and that she was taking her stress out on me.
This is where the violence begins. Mum then grabbed my shoulders, and attempted to physically pull me off the PC. She then tried to slap me round the face, which I stopped with my arm. Before I knew it, she was full-on attacking me with a flurry of fists.
Dad had retreated into his bedroom by this time, because he realised he would've ended up getting involved otherwise. I retaliated by using a full-nelson body lock, which resulted in her flailing everyone screaming some vulgar words at me. My 30-year-old sister was in the house through this by the way, and had only just heard the ruckus apparently.
Through mum's flailing, she managed to release one of her arms, but in doing so she badly smashed her head against the wall, which caused us both to recoil. I recoiled like "Oh shit, she's properly hurt", and mum evidently recoiled in pain - but it wasn't enough to stop her.
She grabbed my arm and bit, HARD. I kneed her in the head to get her off, but in the middle of the action my sister walked in. This is where I have the crap kicked out of me, and I'm not afraid to admit it. My sister is a black-belt kickboxer, and she knows her stuff. The only thing she saw was me knee'ing my mum, and she thought I was full-on physically attacking her. She kicked me square in my lowest rib, and I could feel it fracture. Very painful.
After that I got thrown out of the house by my sister, but it wasn't over yet. Mum was screaming to my sister to phone the police. I knew this was a threat, but I thought to myself "She's always threatening, so let's see how she likes it when they actually do turn up on her doorstep". So I phoned them myself. I was in a complete state. I phoned them, hysterically crying, and I told them I was heading to my girlfriend's house.
Half an hour later, I headed home, and they were there. The police. You know what they did? They "talked" to us. Absolutely useless. Well that's my story, and I've attached a poll: "Do you think I was right to defend myself".
Thanks for reading,
Shotgun.
It started when I came home from break-dancing last Tuesday, in the car with my Dad. When we pulled into our drive, he stopped me from getting out and said the following:
"Jamie, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, I really am, but the cancer I got rid of 1 year ago? It's back, and now it's terminal. I have a year to live."
As I'm sure you can imagine, I was devastated. I had the whole mixture of emotions. I was sad, because he is going to die when I'm young. I was angry, because it shouldn't be happening to my family. I was jealous, because other people's parents didn't have these problems. In other words, I was comlpetely shook up.
Five minutes later, I walk into my house. The first thing I wanted to do was to tell Becky, my girlfriend, and I could guarantee she'd be on MSN. When I approached the PC, I saw a note there, in my Mum's writing, reading "No PC today Jamie". Frustrated as I already was, this just made things worse. I went into the living room, and I demanded what I was grounded for off my mother. She then says:
"You had food in your room once again. It's upstairs now, go take a look".
This part is bollocks, because when I went upstairs there was nothing there. I told this to mum, but she still banned me. So I said: "You have no reason to ground me from the PC, because there was no food upstairs. I'm still going on the PC."
Ten minutes later she's outside screaming me to get off the pc. I refused, retaliating that she had no right to take me off the pc, and that she was taking her stress out on me.
This is where the violence begins. Mum then grabbed my shoulders, and attempted to physically pull me off the PC. She then tried to slap me round the face, which I stopped with my arm. Before I knew it, she was full-on attacking me with a flurry of fists.
Dad had retreated into his bedroom by this time, because he realised he would've ended up getting involved otherwise. I retaliated by using a full-nelson body lock, which resulted in her flailing everyone screaming some vulgar words at me. My 30-year-old sister was in the house through this by the way, and had only just heard the ruckus apparently.
Through mum's flailing, she managed to release one of her arms, but in doing so she badly smashed her head against the wall, which caused us both to recoil. I recoiled like "Oh shit, she's properly hurt", and mum evidently recoiled in pain - but it wasn't enough to stop her.
She grabbed my arm and bit, HARD. I kneed her in the head to get her off, but in the middle of the action my sister walked in. This is where I have the crap kicked out of me, and I'm not afraid to admit it. My sister is a black-belt kickboxer, and she knows her stuff. The only thing she saw was me knee'ing my mum, and she thought I was full-on physically attacking her. She kicked me square in my lowest rib, and I could feel it fracture. Very painful.
After that I got thrown out of the house by my sister, but it wasn't over yet. Mum was screaming to my sister to phone the police. I knew this was a threat, but I thought to myself "She's always threatening, so let's see how she likes it when they actually do turn up on her doorstep". So I phoned them myself. I was in a complete state. I phoned them, hysterically crying, and I told them I was heading to my girlfriend's house.
Half an hour later, I headed home, and they were there. The police. You know what they did? They "talked" to us. Absolutely useless. Well that's my story, and I've attached a poll: "Do you think I was right to defend myself".
Thanks for reading,
Shotgun.
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