Letting the Sheltered Girl Loose

Here I am, sitting in front of my Dad and Stepmom, after she called him home from work early, once again. Can you say dramatic much!?! I’m sitting here because I underestimated my little brother. Not even an hour and a half two hours prior, he and I were playing on the PlayStation. What game I can’t recall. He wanted to play, and I wasn’t done, so he promised to snitch on me about something he asked me earlier, and I answered him honestly. If I knew this would come back to bite me in the a**, I would have just lied to my little Angel, turned brat. Anywho, I didn’t give up the controller, and he ran upstairs to tell his mom, what I said about her. Not even a minute later I hear the scream of my name. I honestly, didn’t expect him to go through with it. What did I say that was soooo bad, that my dad had to come home from work early you ask!?! I told my brother that his mean mommy won’t let us, after he asked me why we couldn’t see our older sister. That’s it, that’s all. Now here we are, me being threatened yet again, but this time the repercussion was more severe. At least that is what I thought when they issued me my punishment, but I also knew that I could do what they demanded of me, so I wasn’t worried. My punishment is getting kicked out, and the only way to stay is if I write a letter letting them know why they should let me stay. In my mind, I had this in the bag, and I wrote all the reasons why they should let me stay. “Rip” Not good enough, my stepmom said after reading it, write it again. “Did she just rip my paper in half like that!?! Wth!!! And what do you mean write it again?”. I came to my senses after a while, and was finally able to speak. Those are my reasons for staying, I’m not sure what you are expecting of me? As always Stepmom answers cause Dad lost his spine when I was 14-15, the last time he ever spoke up for me. So, she tried to steer me in the right direction, her calculating, right direction. She told me to write why I don’t want to live with my mom. “Oh okay, you’re not slick lady, I see what you are trying to do”. She finished talking and they get up and leave, while I head to my room. So I write all the reasons why I don’t want to live with my mom, and give it to her. To say she was upset was an understatement, so there goes another letter ripped. Who knew she would get upset, they were definitely valid reasons, just not the mean ones she wanted me to put. There was no way I was going to say anything bad about my mom, especially in a letter. She definitely tried it. Write it again she says. You have until the end of the summer to convince us, “you mean you”, to let you come back. This was turning out to be more of a challenge then I expected. It’s summer time so I’m packing to go to my moms. In the back of my mind I know there is a strong possibility I won’t be coming back, so I look through my closest and grab all my favorite things and pack them in my one and only suitcase. To say this sucked was the least, this was miserable. Not only could I not say goodbye to my two friend’s, and my team, I couldn’t say goodbye to my family either. Yeah I know right, 16 and no way to contact them. Well the first cell phone I ever had, that was given to me by my sister, because my stepmom wouldn’t let us talk to or see each other, was taken from me by my stepmom when she caught me talking to my mom on it. Use the house phone you say, yea right, anytime I picked up the phone or got a call they would be on the line listening in. I also wasn’t allowed to get calls or receive them at that time, not even from my mom. You know the whole being punished thing, but I was used to it. Had been dealing with it for years, because the littlest things set her off. Yes my Stepmom was something else, once she let her true colors shine through. Within two weeks they had my arrangements made. Now here I am heading to the LAX, mad that I couldn’t say bye to my sister, grandma, aunts, cousins, and friends. All the while they keep talking to me about this G** D*** letter, I still haven’t wrote. I know what she wants, but I just can’t do it. How could they expect me to bad mouth my mom. The one that has been there for me no matter what, unlike the snake spewing nonsense out of her mouth. She is no mother. My mom set the bar way too high, and this snake couldn’t slither close to it in this lifetime or the next. I’m sure your curious as to why I don’t want to live with her after my high praises. Well your in luck, because I have nothing but time to tell you while I wait all alone for my flight. My mom raised my sister and I after the divorce. She continued to shower us with love and freedom, and she never went anywhere without us. She was big on family, so our yearly trips to Chicago that we used to take when she was still with my dad, continued. Both sides of our family are from there, so it was always a fun time. She made every Birthday, holiday, special occasion memorable. She volunteered to go on every field trip I ever had. She was at all my in town performances, for choir, band, and track, among so many other things. She also didn’t allow anyone to mess with her girls. Now don’t get me wrong by all this, she had another side, that was a little draining for me at that age, but other then that she was great. It wasn’t until a couple years after my sister left, that depression soon kicked in, and missing my sister became unbearable. My buffer was gone, and I wanted her back, so a few years later at 13, I packed my Summer bag and never came back. I felt so bad, not telling my mom I wasn’t coming back, but I know if I did, she wouldn’t let me go, or convince me to change my mind, and I couldn’t stay for her anymore. It was just us, no family, except the occasional short visit a couple times a year from my uncle and granddad. I had a s*** ton of friends, that kept me busy, but without my sister none of that mattered, because when I came home I was still alone. At least that’s how I felt regardless of my moms presence. And I just didn’t want to go back to that feeling. It was also cold as f*** out there, which I was not looking forward to. Now Boarding Flight to Detroit, MI. Well that’s me, so story times over. Grabbing my things I get in line and board my plane home, saying I’ll be back in two years. I finally reach my destination, and to say I was stoked to see my mom is an understatement. It has been so long and I missed my mothers love, kisses and hugs more than I realized. We grabbed my things and headed to the car for our two hour drive home. We got caught up, she let me know she has her own routine now, but we’ll spend as much time together as she can. Also my best friend, and a few other friends have moved, but I’ll find them eventually. It actually felt good yet nerve racking to be home after all this time. The first few weeks my mom has me all over the place, getting used to all her routines that are new to me. She had been a free women for a few years, so she didn’t know how to act. So now that I’m back, and an almost grown teenager, she was going to continue enjoying her life, and I could roll with her or stay home. After those first few weeks, I was definitely ready to stay home so I could find my friends, and test out this new freedom I was given. She told me my best friends stepdad would be by today on his route, so I waited by the door for I don’t know how long, like the stalker I was. As soon as I saw him, I screamed his name until he heard me. Why I don’t just go outside I don’t know. He is definitely shocked to see me. Hey Star, how you been, when you get back? I’m good, a few weeks ago, how are you Bobby, where’s Lynn? I know so rude, but I wanted to get straight to the point. She’s at home, I’ll let her know your back when I get off. Okay, thank you! After he left, I waited all day, but she never showed up. I wake up the next morning to banging on the door. After coming to my senses, I new mom was out, so I actually have to get out of bed to answer the door. I’m coming, I yell to the very impatient knocker. Opening the door, my excitement is through the roof upon seeing my best friend. Hey B****, welcome home, she says. I hurry and open the security door to let her come in, pulling each other into the biggest hug. Get dressed, let’s go. I get in the shower, throw on some clothes and we’re out. And just like my mom, her and her sister have me all over the place, seeing old friends, eating any and everything, and having a blast. Now each place they took me was a surprise, but the last one had my stomach in knots. She brought me to my first real boyfriends house, and we were both shocked to see each other after 3 years.