Life with Mom

Having a mom should be a wonderful thing that every girl cherishes. With me, that is not the case. My mother is a drug addict. She would always be passed out on the sofa when my twin sister and I came home from school. When this first started happening, it came to me as a shock. Why would my mother forget about my sister and I? Unfortunately, her behavior continued to get worse. Eventually, by the age of only 10 years old, I did the cleaning and the cooking. My dad moved out a while before then, so I was the one who had to look out for my sister. I never knew that I could love someone so close to me and hate them at the same time. My mom started snorting cocaine and drinking until she had no clue as to whather surroundings were by the time I was 11. She would always come storming up into my room and yelling at me how I was such an embarrassment to her. I knew deep down that she did not mean what she was saying to me, but it still hurt to hear those words coming from her mouth. One night I came home from the movies to find my mom throwing magazines and books around the living room. "You have to clean this crap up! I have a date!" she yelled at me. She grabbed me by the arm and threw me over the couch. It was then that I decided that living with my mom was not the right choice for my sister and I. I was sick and tired of not being able to hang out with friends because I had to cook dinner or do laundry. I hated not having clothing because my mom spent money on drugs and food only. The next day at school, I went to my sister's classroom, grabbed her by the arm, and led her outside. I told her that we were finding a way to my dad's house and that we could not live with mom anymore. My dad welcomed us with open arms, and he was elated that Evie and I finally realized who my mom really was. My mom had the police come to my dad's house and try to take us away. That did not happen. The court trials ended about three months later, and my dad was granted full custody of my sister and I. We moved from North Carolina to Vermont, and our lives became much healthier. My mom tried to contact us a few times, but she eventually stopped trying. I am now 17 years old and I have a family that I could not dream to improve upon. My mom does not care enough to come up and see us, so we have not talked to her for a few years. She lost her house due to unpaid bills, and she now lives in a small trailer with some random guy. My mom may never come out of her ways, but I am glad that I got my sister and I away from that life.