I called my Mom a Bitch − 19 February, 1991
It's a memory because it's the last time I did it.
I don't even remember what I did to deserve the grounding but I was pissed about it. We were in the hallway of our house and my dad wasn't home (Of course). I looked at her and screamed, "Why do you have to be such a bitch?"
Immediately, my mom's face started turning red and her eyes teared up. Instead of screaming at me or hitting me, she began sobbing and told me to pack my bags and never come back. It wasn't the threat of kicking me out that bothered me, although I really didn't have anywhere else to go. What really bothered me is I could tell that it wasn't an act, she was truly hurt. The hurtful words that came out of my mouth made her seriously cry. I tried hugging her and telling her I was sorry because I didn't even really mean it. I was frustrated about school, my grandfathers death, and my life in general at the time. She wouldn't let me hug her and she pushed me away.
My dad came home later and she told him what I said, but I don't remember anything happening. I wasn't kicked out but things seriously changed after that. I told my mom during a phone call from Basic Training that that day changed my life and that seeing her cry was more painful than anything that either of them could have hit me with that day. I realized she was doing the best she could and she's definately not a bitch. :)
I don't even remember what I did to deserve the grounding but I was pissed about it. We were in the hallway of our house and my dad wasn't home (Of course). I looked at her and screamed, "Why do you have to be such a bitch?"
Immediately, my mom's face started turning red and her eyes teared up. Instead of screaming at me or hitting me, she began sobbing and told me to pack my bags and never come back. It wasn't the threat of kicking me out that bothered me, although I really didn't have anywhere else to go. What really bothered me is I could tell that it wasn't an act, she was truly hurt. The hurtful words that came out of my mouth made her seriously cry. I tried hugging her and telling her I was sorry because I didn't even really mean it. I was frustrated about school, my grandfathers death, and my life in general at the time. She wouldn't let me hug her and she pushed me away.
My dad came home later and she told him what I said, but I don't remember anything happening. I wasn't kicked out but things seriously changed after that. I told my mom during a phone call from Basic Training that that day changed my life and that seeing her cry was more painful than anything that either of them could have hit me with that day. I realized she was doing the best she could and she's definately not a bitch. :)
