Post by Emilia on Feb 22, 2006 15:16:53 GMT -5
Alright, who wants to guess what happened to me now?
Well three days after I turned 18 I decided to go out with some friends... I wrote my mom a note that said not to wait up I'd be home late. Well I was right it was late, at least to her, it was about 2am when I walked in the door... She was waiting up for me... and threw a fit!!!
She said that she was tired of me making her worry and she was tired of my attitude! I said I don't have an attitude. ( This was a Wednesday night/Thursday morning) and she goes.. I want all of your shit out by Friday, I don't care where you go or what you do I want you out! So I said Screw this I'm not gonna deal with this shit tonight, I'm too tired, I'll be out by Friday don't worry. I went to bed and got up the next morning (Thursday) and packed my stuff.. I called all my friends trying to stay in Fostoria, but none of them could take me in. So I called my boyfriend who lives 15 minutes out of Fostoria in a town called Bloomdale, and he said it would be fine if I crashed with him, he was actually hoping that I would call him if something like this happened.
So He came and got me and I took all my stuff to his place... well almost all of it I forgot some. Well I went with him to his work in Findlay, about 15 minutes from Bloomdale, and his boss asked if I needed a job, I said yeah, It'd be nice, and I got hired right on the spot.
Well the next day I was unpacking and realized oh crap I left some stuff at mom's house!! Okie I'm gonna trail off for a sec... Within the two days of me being out I had not chewed my nails.... and the whole time I lived with my mother I chewed my nails! Back to story.
Okie so I called her, well I tried... it would seem that the same day I moved out she had the phone number changed! OH JOY!!! Now see had it just been me forgetting the three items from her house (my winter coat, it wasn't cold that day, my antique cradle, and my porcelain doll from my grandmother who is now dead) I wouldn't have minded much because I could just show up and get them, right? Nope... well the part that pissed me off.. well two parts was 1. she screamed at me the day that I was leaving that she needed to know where I'd be just in case something happened.... kinda hypocritical right, what if something happed to me, she would have never known.... and 2 that I was gonna check on my dog...
So I got kinda agrivated... I called everyone that i could think of that would know the new number... and finally got ahold of my cousin, Mike... his younger sister Mara, is exactly the same age as me and is my sisters best friend... so When I called her house he picked up, I asked if he knew the number and he gave it to me... So I called and my mom's roommate who BTW had been one of my friends, Liz, picked up the phone... and gave me attitude... She goes well how'd you get the number, I said it's not your business where's my mom, she goes your mom's not home, how the F*** did you get the number you weren't allowed to know it. I said that it didn't matter and that I'd call back later to talk to my mom... She hung up on me.... YAY *sarcastically*
So I called back about 4 hours later making it 9pm.. and my mom picked up... I asked if it would be alright for me to stop by and get the rest of my stuff... she said she didn't give a shit... so me and my boyfriend, JP, went over that night... well the door was locked, so I had my keys, I figured I'd use them..... SHE CHANGED THE FRIGGING LOCKS ON ME!!!!!!
So I pounded the door until my little brother answered the door... I went in and gathered up the rest of my stuff. And once again my mom started yelling at me. We actually fought about a weird thing.... most people think it was stupid for the two of us to get so worked up over.
We fought over my dog... she's half Chihuahua (the taco bell dog) and then the other half is Docshin (Weiner dog), Beagle, and Cocker Spaniel. I told her before the fight, as calmly as I could, That when I found a place to stay that would allow the dog, because JP's landlord wouldn't allow them, that She was coming with me, That I was coming back to get her and taking her with me... Well that didn't fly with my mom! She said bullshit if you are, she's staying here, her tags are in my name and I carry the insurance on her. I said well it's easy for me to switch the insurance and tags into my name, and she no because just to switch tags I either have to have her sign, or I have to have 20 witnesses to say she's mine, I screamed BULLSHIT! It takes only 5 people to switch the name of the tags... and I have more than 5 that will claim she's mine!!!
This is my baby!
So I said I wasn't gonna argue with her that the dogs mine and whether the tags are in my name or not when I got a place she goes with me! And me and JP walked out... oh this is JP
Oh anyways... the good news to the whole story... I stopped biting my nails and their long and pretty, and I have not thought about cutting once, and I've just about quit smoking! *Jumps for joy* Never thought it would happen...
Well three days after I turned 18 I decided to go out with some friends... I wrote my mom a note that said not to wait up I'd be home late. Well I was right it was late, at least to her, it was about 2am when I walked in the door... She was waiting up for me... and threw a fit!!!
She said that she was tired of me making her worry and she was tired of my attitude! I said I don't have an attitude. ( This was a Wednesday night/Thursday morning) and she goes.. I want all of your shit out by Friday, I don't care where you go or what you do I want you out! So I said Screw this I'm not gonna deal with this shit tonight, I'm too tired, I'll be out by Friday don't worry. I went to bed and got up the next morning (Thursday) and packed my stuff.. I called all my friends trying to stay in Fostoria, but none of them could take me in. So I called my boyfriend who lives 15 minutes out of Fostoria in a town called Bloomdale, and he said it would be fine if I crashed with him, he was actually hoping that I would call him if something like this happened.
So He came and got me and I took all my stuff to his place... well almost all of it I forgot some. Well I went with him to his work in Findlay, about 15 minutes from Bloomdale, and his boss asked if I needed a job, I said yeah, It'd be nice, and I got hired right on the spot.
Well the next day I was unpacking and realized oh crap I left some stuff at mom's house!! Okie I'm gonna trail off for a sec... Within the two days of me being out I had not chewed my nails.... and the whole time I lived with my mother I chewed my nails! Back to story.
Okie so I called her, well I tried... it would seem that the same day I moved out she had the phone number changed! OH JOY!!! Now see had it just been me forgetting the three items from her house (my winter coat, it wasn't cold that day, my antique cradle, and my porcelain doll from my grandmother who is now dead) I wouldn't have minded much because I could just show up and get them, right? Nope... well the part that pissed me off.. well two parts was 1. she screamed at me the day that I was leaving that she needed to know where I'd be just in case something happened.... kinda hypocritical right, what if something happed to me, she would have never known.... and 2 that I was gonna check on my dog...
So I got kinda agrivated... I called everyone that i could think of that would know the new number... and finally got ahold of my cousin, Mike... his younger sister Mara, is exactly the same age as me and is my sisters best friend... so When I called her house he picked up, I asked if he knew the number and he gave it to me... So I called and my mom's roommate who BTW had been one of my friends, Liz, picked up the phone... and gave me attitude... She goes well how'd you get the number, I said it's not your business where's my mom, she goes your mom's not home, how the F*** did you get the number you weren't allowed to know it. I said that it didn't matter and that I'd call back later to talk to my mom... She hung up on me.... YAY *sarcastically*
So I called back about 4 hours later making it 9pm.. and my mom picked up... I asked if it would be alright for me to stop by and get the rest of my stuff... she said she didn't give a shit... so me and my boyfriend, JP, went over that night... well the door was locked, so I had my keys, I figured I'd use them..... SHE CHANGED THE FRIGGING LOCKS ON ME!!!!!!
So I pounded the door until my little brother answered the door... I went in and gathered up the rest of my stuff. And once again my mom started yelling at me. We actually fought about a weird thing.... most people think it was stupid for the two of us to get so worked up over.
We fought over my dog... she's half Chihuahua (the taco bell dog) and then the other half is Docshin (Weiner dog), Beagle, and Cocker Spaniel. I told her before the fight, as calmly as I could, That when I found a place to stay that would allow the dog, because JP's landlord wouldn't allow them, that She was coming with me, That I was coming back to get her and taking her with me... Well that didn't fly with my mom! She said bullshit if you are, she's staying here, her tags are in my name and I carry the insurance on her. I said well it's easy for me to switch the insurance and tags into my name, and she no because just to switch tags I either have to have her sign, or I have to have 20 witnesses to say she's mine, I screamed BULLSHIT! It takes only 5 people to switch the name of the tags... and I have more than 5 that will claim she's mine!!!
This is my baby!
So I said I wasn't gonna argue with her that the dogs mine and whether the tags are in my name or not when I got a place she goes with me! And me and JP walked out... oh this is JP
Oh anyways... the good news to the whole story... I stopped biting my nails and their long and pretty, and I have not thought about cutting once, and I've just about quit smoking! *Jumps for joy* Never thought it would happen...
