Pascal
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my mom is my best friend, however lately she has been treating me like her worst enemy. I attempted suicide because of her hurtful words. I will start from the beginning.
My sister came over on the 17th of February, and my parents were talking to my sister trying to discipline her, after my mom was done talking my dad told my sister that it's okay if my mom talks to my sister in that way, and my mom just blew up on him. She told him to be a man and to have a tighter grip on my sister, she called him a pussy, told him to be a man, she yelled, screamed, and just ruined her day. My dad went into her room to try to reason with her and tell her he didn't mean for my sister to not listen to my mom but instead that if they ever have the same conversation again in the future, that it's for my sisters own good. But my mom wasn't hearing it and still yelled, screamed and cried. We were supposed to go to the mall on the 17th and I was already to go shoppig with my mom until she exploded on my dad. So she and I spent the rest of he day at home, I don't like to leave her all alone when she is sad because I love her and I care about her more then anything else in the world, to see her sad makes me sad. So then at about 9 p.m. we both decided to go to bed, then my dad came home and decided to sleep on the couch. Then she woke up in the middle of the night and yelled at him and told him he was making the problem worse by sleeping on the couch instead of sleeping in their bed. She yelled and screamed some more, then she told him to get out and leave. So he left in a mad rage and took all of his paperwork and personal files with him as if he was going to divorce her the next day. While he was getting all of his belongings she was inside the garage with her car turned on. He drove away in his truck and then she pulled out of the garage to follow him llike a lunatic would do. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, she tells the man to leave and then she chases him in her car ? Well then she came back home after she chased him and I asked her what happened, she said that there was a cop down the street and she didn't want any problems late at night and that's why she drove back home. We just went to sleep that night and I hoped for a better tomorrow.
February 18th, was the sunday after all the drama went down the night before, she wanted to get her mind off of everything and go shopping, I really didn't want to I wanted to read my new book but I thought it's okay I want to just have a good day, so I was getting ready and she and I were exchanging words in the hallway, and I said " It's hard to live here sometimes with the fighs and yelling, I just feel like when we fight it takes a toll on our whole week", that's all I said to her and she called me a backstabber. I was so hurt when she called me that, why would you call me that? I asked her, she said because you are. Well we left it at that and I was still upset that my best friend was calling me a backstabber, and I am not. Then my friend decided to just pop up at my door and I asn't in the mood for him since I was fighting woth everyone around me. He wanted to see if I wanted to go to Starbucks with him and I told him no. So he went away and then I went back in my bathroom to get ready. She stood in the hallway and said why are you so fired up? I said I'm fired up because you called me a backstabber. She said no your not fired up because of that your fired up because you couldn't go out with your friend and you really don't want to go with me. I said no I'm still mad at why you would call me a backstabber because I can't stand the fights we have sometimes in this house. And then she called me a liar, she kept insisting I was mad becuase of my friend. Then both of our voices were raised and she started calling me names, she said my hair cut looks like a lesbians hair cut, that I need to grow out my hair, that I'm a dyke, that I look like a transsexual because I like to draw on my eye brows, she said I wear too much make up and look like a drag queen. She said all of these thaings to me and I felt like she stripped of my confidence. She kept repeating those things and calling me names and making fun of me.
My sister came over on the 17th of February, and my parents were talking to my sister trying to discipline her, after my mom was done talking my dad told my sister that it's okay if my mom talks to my sister in that way, and my mom just blew up on him. She told him to be a man and to have a tighter grip on my sister, she called him a pussy, told him to be a man, she yelled, screamed, and just ruined her day. My dad went into her room to try to reason with her and tell her he didn't mean for my sister to not listen to my mom but instead that if they ever have the same conversation again in the future, that it's for my sisters own good. But my mom wasn't hearing it and still yelled, screamed and cried. We were supposed to go to the mall on the 17th and I was already to go shoppig with my mom until she exploded on my dad. So she and I spent the rest of he day at home, I don't like to leave her all alone when she is sad because I love her and I care about her more then anything else in the world, to see her sad makes me sad. So then at about 9 p.m. we both decided to go to bed, then my dad came home and decided to sleep on the couch. Then she woke up in the middle of the night and yelled at him and told him he was making the problem worse by sleeping on the couch instead of sleeping in their bed. She yelled and screamed some more, then she told him to get out and leave. So he left in a mad rage and took all of his paperwork and personal files with him as if he was going to divorce her the next day. While he was getting all of his belongings she was inside the garage with her car turned on. He drove away in his truck and then she pulled out of the garage to follow him llike a lunatic would do. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, she tells the man to leave and then she chases him in her car ? Well then she came back home after she chased him and I asked her what happened, she said that there was a cop down the street and she didn't want any problems late at night and that's why she drove back home. We just went to sleep that night and I hoped for a better tomorrow.
February 18th, was the sunday after all the drama went down the night before, she wanted to get her mind off of everything and go shopping, I really didn't want to I wanted to read my new book but I thought it's okay I want to just have a good day, so I was getting ready and she and I were exchanging words in the hallway, and I said " It's hard to live here sometimes with the fighs and yelling, I just feel like when we fight it takes a toll on our whole week", that's all I said to her and she called me a backstabber. I was so hurt when she called me that, why would you call me that? I asked her, she said because you are. Well we left it at that and I was still upset that my best friend was calling me a backstabber, and I am not. Then my friend decided to just pop up at my door and I asn't in the mood for him since I was fighting woth everyone around me. He wanted to see if I wanted to go to Starbucks with him and I told him no. So he went away and then I went back in my bathroom to get ready. She stood in the hallway and said why are you so fired up? I said I'm fired up because you called me a backstabber. She said no your not fired up because of that your fired up because you couldn't go out with your friend and you really don't want to go with me. I said no I'm still mad at why you would call me a backstabber because I can't stand the fights we have sometimes in this house. And then she called me a liar, she kept insisting I was mad becuase of my friend. Then both of our voices were raised and she started calling me names, she said my hair cut looks like a lesbians hair cut, that I need to grow out my hair, that I'm a dyke, that I look like a transsexual because I like to draw on my eye brows, she said I wear too much make up and look like a drag queen. She said all of these thaings to me and I felt like she stripped of my confidence. She kept repeating those things and calling me names and making fun of me.