I'm afraid I'm going to sound like a very selfish brat right now. I hope no one is going to judge me. Last night at about 9:30 my mother fell, and sprained her foot and ankle. I still live at home although have been struggling with finding the motivation (not sure if that's the right word) to move out.
Well, usually when she hurts herself she seems to exaggerate it, but doesn't REALLY want to do anything about. So, she tells me that she thinks she broke her foot, and might need to go to the hospital. This time I believe her so, I get ready to take her, and she gets on the phone, and talks to her friend for about 45 minutes. We finally go, and I'm trying to be compassionate, but it's hard for me to show towards my mom. I do it anyway.
I try to make light of the situation because it really was just a clumsy fall. I can't say for sure because I'm not a doctor, but I don't think she would have hurt herself as bad if she took better care of herself. She's only 52, but drinks almost every night, and is a chain smoker. I feel really bad talking like this, but I've bore the brunt of many a drunken night. Last night she started drinking, but the fall put an end to that. I was also on the receiving end of some usual verbal abuse. Not so bad last night, but I had spent the whole day cleaning, and then I have to listen to what a moron I am?
I'm the straightest kid a parent could ask for. No smoking, no drugs, no drinking. I have a job, I do all the housework, and I never caused any trouble in school.
Anyway, went to sleep at probably 6am, 4 hours after she fell asleep. This morning she wakes me up at 10am to go pick up the pain meds. When she asks me for something, I get angry, and I'm not sure why, and if it's normal.
I just got home from the pharmacy, and am soooooo depressed. I think I just realized that I'm not living my own life. I have this feeling that sometimes people who are afraid to be alone will subconsiously act like they can't take care of themselves just to keep someone around. (we don't keep in touch with the family either)
Now, I'm thinking of what it might be like 10-20 years from now. I think about some people who have it much worse than I do, and feel like such a baby. Oh, and speaking of being alone, she has more friends than I do. I think my growing depression has drove some old friends away, and prevented new friendships from growing. I'm the one who is so alone. I really just have one close friend, and he is starting to drift away.
I've been contemplating a move anyway. It is such a scary thought because it would be 1000 mi. from home, but there is a school in Colorado that I would like to go to. My mom is so irresponsible though, I worry about all the things that could happen. I don't even want to have kids anymore because I feel burnt out, and only want to take care of myself. Am I really selfish?
Well, usually when she hurts herself she seems to exaggerate it, but doesn't REALLY want to do anything about. So, she tells me that she thinks she broke her foot, and might need to go to the hospital. This time I believe her so, I get ready to take her, and she gets on the phone, and talks to her friend for about 45 minutes. We finally go, and I'm trying to be compassionate, but it's hard for me to show towards my mom. I do it anyway.
I try to make light of the situation because it really was just a clumsy fall. I can't say for sure because I'm not a doctor, but I don't think she would have hurt herself as bad if she took better care of herself. She's only 52, but drinks almost every night, and is a chain smoker. I feel really bad talking like this, but I've bore the brunt of many a drunken night. Last night she started drinking, but the fall put an end to that. I was also on the receiving end of some usual verbal abuse. Not so bad last night, but I had spent the whole day cleaning, and then I have to listen to what a moron I am?
I'm the straightest kid a parent could ask for. No smoking, no drugs, no drinking. I have a job, I do all the housework, and I never caused any trouble in school.
Anyway, went to sleep at probably 6am, 4 hours after she fell asleep. This morning she wakes me up at 10am to go pick up the pain meds. When she asks me for something, I get angry, and I'm not sure why, and if it's normal.
I just got home from the pharmacy, and am soooooo depressed. I think I just realized that I'm not living my own life. I have this feeling that sometimes people who are afraid to be alone will subconsiously act like they can't take care of themselves just to keep someone around. (we don't keep in touch with the family either)
Now, I'm thinking of what it might be like 10-20 years from now. I think about some people who have it much worse than I do, and feel like such a baby. Oh, and speaking of being alone, she has more friends than I do. I think my growing depression has drove some old friends away, and prevented new friendships from growing. I'm the one who is so alone. I really just have one close friend, and he is starting to drift away.
I've been contemplating a move anyway. It is such a scary thought because it would be 1000 mi. from home, but there is a school in Colorado that I would like to go to. My mom is so irresponsible though, I worry about all the things that could happen. I don't even want to have kids anymore because I feel burnt out, and only want to take care of myself. Am I really selfish?
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