So at this stage in my life I want to have fun. I'm eighteen and although I feel obligated to a tad more respect, I find it unfortunate that I'm also immediately expected to become this perfect working adult. No, my time right now is meant for making mistakes and learning to become a better person. I will not grow without experience is how I completely feel.
With that said, I can start to vent about what exactly happened two days ago.
My family and I are close but we have issues just like all families. My mom and I fight because she thinks I'm trying to be rebellious and I'm at the age where I think I know what's best for me. Truth. I know I'm not that smart or experienced in life. I know that my mom will always be there for me and love me and try to guide me through life as best as she can.
Friday: I had work at Payless from open, 9:30, until 3:45. As soon as I got off work I realized my mom wouldn't be home, she was in Phoenix attempting to relax. So being the evil little teenager I am I decided what the heck I'm gonna have some fun too and go hang out with my best friends. I haven't seen them in a while because they usually tend to party. A lot. Anyway, I call up the boy I'm seeing I go pick him and his best pal up and then we jet it over to my best friend's house to see if she has any party plans for the night. She then called my four other friends and had them come over. Long story short we ended up finding a couple parties, but I didn't drink. The boy I'm seeing did drink more than what I would ever try and drink and his drunkness hit him full force after only an hour of partying. When a flamboyant guy decided to push my guy, I had to step in before this poor gay kid got the snot beat out of him. (I love gay rights and people: no offense to be taken please, the kid was gay I don't know how else to say it and it does matter because that's why he pushed my guy because he was offended by him saying something. God only knows what he thought he said, this poor kid was really wasted himself.) So that broke up the party. My best friend took me and my guy home and long story short- again, I am now living with my dad instead of my mom.
Saturday: After my best pal took us to her place I had a choice, either I would go take my guy home all the way across town and risk getting in trouble or crashing my brand new car, or take him back to my house and have him, honestly, sleep on my floor and I'd sleep on my bed. I chose my place. Lone behold my older sister text messaged me to ask where I was at 12:49 am. I replied with a surprised text asking her if she was at our mom's house for some reason. I waited a full hour at least before handing my phone to my guy so he could put it in his pocket. When me and this handsome fella finally arrived to my house I noticed not only my sister's car in the driveway but her boyfriends' car as well. I knew this would be bad but I thought maybe she was already asleep and maybe she'll be understanding and have him sleep on the couch or something. We get in the house she runs out of her room and soon I'm faced with a tear ridden expression that made me immediately apologize. My guy saw her first and I'm sure she glared at him like no other.
"Give me my phone." I said to him. And he handed it over. There were exactly 30 missed calls from my sister and 3 new text messages. "Sam I swear I didn't see these I just noticed, I waited for you.." But she wouldn't hear it she just said, "This is mom's problem."
Saturday After My Work Shift: Sam messaged me angry texts all through my shift, my mom called after. I got home from work and asked Sam if she was ready to talk. She pissed me off and I left to deposit my paycheck. Then I got back home and figured that she wouldn't want to talk so I kept to myself. She then started to yell at me asking me if I was ready to apologize. Most of the things she was saying didn't make any sense but I tried to reason with her calmly and explain that I already apologized. I tried to show her the messages and she was sure that I deleted everything and didn't want to see it. I never deleted anything, at all. I had and still have all the calls and texts from me and her. I wanted to show her the time stamps so she could at least not be hurt and stop thinking I was ignoring her. Finally I thought she was going to listen and I looked down to open the texts and show her and when I was just starting to look up I realized gradually that I had been hit. She slapped me in the face. Sam looked like she was even in shock when I looked up. Then I closed my fist and swung at her making contact with her neck. After that I thought she would've figured out that this wasn't going to end well but all of her rationality flew away and she began to full force attack me. Several times I tried to get her away from me by either kicking her or pushing her away but she just kept coming.
Saturday After the Fight: I almost called police. She has never hit me or anything like that before, so me being in shock and disarray thought that she was the only one that would go to jail if I called the police. I was wrong. She broke my phone so I couldn't call and thank god too, because I would've been locked up to for swinging back at her. I thought my mom would hate me. I thought my dad would be so disappointed but turns out they both saw a big fight coming between her and I. Sam is a very angry girl and no one know why, she feels like her childhood was bad but I was there and all three of us girls were spoiled. My parents reasoned with me and made me feel like I was actually being listened too. Yes I was at fault, I shouldn't have gone to a party in the first place and I sure as hell shouldn't have brought a boy home. I'm okay with the verdict.
Sunday: My first day staying at my dad's place in Benson. My mom and I both agreed that we, my mom, my oldest sister, and I can't all live together. So we made a decision to have me live with my dad until Sam could find a place to live and get on her feet. It's going to be a lot of gas for me to go to work but it's worth it and I know all of us will be happier. I respect and love both my parents but there is still a child in me that can't stand my sister for how she behaved through out this whole ordeal.
Monday- Today: I am feeling much better and can't wait to live with my dad. I just went to WellsFargo and I'm about to hang out with the same guy. Even though this happened, I'm still really happy knowing that I handled this situation as best as I could and in my mind I became more of a woman because of this experience. Life's all about mistakes and learning from them.
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