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Open Question: I hate my mom and I’m very stressed?
I’m pretty sure that I hate my mom. Sometimes I get so angry with her that I fantasize about beating her with a club or I just want to tear my face apart. (just skip down to the last paragraph if you don’t want to hear my sob-story)
You can’t criticize her, she’ll get defensive and won’t hear it. I wish I could yell at her but I can’t do that, it would be disrespectful. It’s only been a few years since I started wondering if I hate my mom, but my parents aren’t strict. She is extremely cheap though we aren’t poor at all, we are borderline wealthy. She won’t buy us (me and my sister) anything. Sometimes she’ll get us a snack, but for the last couple of years, I have had to buy my own clothes with my Christmas and birthday money. She will only buy us one outfit each a year for school.
A couple of years ago, I experimented with the goth style, and I still have those clothes plus the ones i get with holiday and b-day money, so I do alot of mixing and matching with them. When I ask my mom for some other clothes, she says “but I like you’re style” and won’t go any where. She will always buy herself stuff (and I mean always) but sometimes when she’s feeling generous, she’ll get us a pair of socks.
I love art, and everyone including my mom totally supports me in it. wonderful. But when I run out of supplies, she just says “oh well, buy it yourself!” My dad, who also wanted to become an artist but had no support, has to sneak buying paper, pencils, ect for me.
A few years back, we had a yard sale and I was able to sell a few things of mine. After the yard sale, I asked my mom for the money, but she wouldn’t give me the amount I earned! When I asked why, she said something like “I bought this for you, so the money is mine!” For Halloween one year, I wanted to go as a gothic fairy thing, but she wouldn’t buy me the costume saying that it was stupid. I already had the clothes for the costume, I only needed wings but she refused to buy me even that! I don’t think I dressed up that year.
If I show her something that I like and she doesn’t like it, she’ll look at it and abruptly turn and walk back into her room even if she just came out of it to go into the kitchen. When I asked her about it, she said she does it because if she told me she didn’t like it, I’d get mad.
We aren’t allowed on the internet during the day, we have to wait until night because she doesn’t want to miss a call. We have dial-up because my mom is too cheap to get high speed internet. I usually wait until the weekends to go on because I don’t want to stay up on a school night. There is only one cell phone in the house and its hers because the older kids pressured her to get one.
My mom also refuses to take us places. We haven’t been to a movie theater in (I think) two years. If my sister or I ask to go up to the Good Will she just won’t take us. Our dad, the provider of the family, is gone at work during most of the day so he can’t take us. If she does find it in her heart to take us somewhere, we don’t stay long. She’ll start nagging, saying “Are you ready to go yet?” and I hate being rushed.
She gives us all complexes about ourselves. Our dad won’t make breakfast because my mom insults it, he won’t dance because she makes fun of him, and he has a crooked smile to cover up his teeth because she always points out his crooked teeth. I can’t smile and show my teeth either because she’ll say my teeth are yellow, nor do I laugh out loud because when I giggled at my uncle once, she yelled out “stop that fake laugh! i know its fake, you’re just laughing to be nice!”
Things would be convenient if we could get a job but we can’t drive, and she wouldn’t let us use her car. When she did buy us a car to practice on, it was going to be my graduation car. That wasn’t bad, I got a trans-am for really cheap! Of course, we had to argue with her to get it despite how cheap it was. After we got it, she keeps say that I’m to small for it and that she’s probably going to sell it for more money even though I’m begging her to keep it because if it’s going to be my graduation car I don’t want a piece of junk.
When I’m about to take a nap and she starts singing downstairs, it disgusts me so much that I can’t sleep and I want to scream.

I think I might just be overreacting and a self-pity, but I can’t stop this welling rage within me when I think of her. I have no way to release this stress, and crying silently in my room isn’t good enough, I feel like one day I might explode and beat the crap out of someone. She stresses me out so much and I don’t know what to do! I really don’t like counselors after some bad experiences with them. If I talk with her about the way she makes me feel, it’ll just go

Open Question: Thoughts on my short story?
This is just a snippet:

Just Another Scam

I get asked what the worst part about my time as a homeless person was. The answer is always the same. There’s no bathrooms. If you have to take a crap you have to search high and low for a place that doesn’t care that you’ll never buy something from them. Those bathrooms were a treasure cove. After you did your thing you could use the sink to take a “whores bath”, basically a sponge bath using the tiny amount of soap in the dispenser. You could also wash your change of clothes (which were kept secure in your backpack of course). All this was made even more interesting because I have OCD and being clean is the most important thing in the world to me.

After people get bored of the standard homeless questions I always get this one: what do you remember most about being homeless. This is also easy to answer. I remember the day I scammed a scammer.

It all started on a boring suburban street, in a boring suburban neighborhood. When I was homeless I was able to finagle myself into a door to door sales job. It’s surprising how many door to door guys are homeless or near homeless. It’s the only job that anyone can get because it’s pure commission.

I looked up at the house. I took a step forward. I was about to trespass on someone’s property with the soul intent of selling them crappy knives that couldn’t cut an apple. I started to turn around but before I could some woman inside saw me. Through the window I could see her walking towards the door.

I froze. Do I go forward and try to force the stupid sales message on her, or do I turn and run. Each second I didn’t move she got closer to the door. I straightened my back and tried to walk confidently up to the door. I thought about the pitch, the cheesy script that was forced down my throat all morning. I went through it over and over again in my head as I got closer. I don’t knock on doors, theres no telling how many germs could be on it. I put my cloth over my finger and went to ring the doorbell but she opened the door before I could.

“Can I help you?” She said.

“Yes actually, my name’s Steve, I represent…”

“Not interested.”

She slammed the door in my face and I just stared at it in disbelief. Crying inside I stepped away form the house. It was the 20th house that day. I wasn’t going to make enough to pay first and last on an apartment. Welcome to another month of homelessness.

Then the call came.

I pulled out my cell phone, one of the final reminders of my life before homelessness. It was my last connection to my past so I kept adding minutes to it every month. I wiped it with my cloth and looked at the cracked screen. I could just barely make out my dads number. Probably calling to tell me how I should be investing my money. He struck it rich by investing in RIM before the first blackberry came out. He had no idea I was homeless.

My dad was in the hospital. He was calling me to let me know he was okay. He’d had a panic attack and my mom had found him crying on the floor. One of those situations where a trip to the hospital was necessary.

Why the panic attack? Well my dad was having these secret “business meetings” with some dude. He confessed what the meetings were about over the phone. When he told me it was obvious that he had fallen victim to a modern version of the old “Nigerian Prince needs to transfer money into a foreign account” scam. The twist? Dude was in the city, not Nigeria. The guy had gotten all of my dads’ savings. Every last cent he got for investing in RIM.

Thats when I got the idea. This guy made tons of money screwing innocent people over. I could make just as much screwing criminals over…

When I arrived at the internet café I looked around and coughed. It was like a haven for disease. I couldn’t touch anything without imagining little bugs jumping on to my skin and burrowing deep into my body. I sat down in one of the dirty chairs and tentatively clicked the mouse. I had to stop thinking about how disgusting it was and just do it. I started to type. I signed into my dads e-mail account. His inbox was almost entirely filled with either spam or this scammers e-mails. The jerk kept saying my dad was closed to getting the money he just needed to pay a small fee here and there. The fees were small but they added up. In the end the guy got most of my dads cash over a few years.

The owner of the place walked over.

“It’s 2 dollars a half over, can you pay that?”

“Yah.”

“Can you pay that now?”

The guy held his hand out. I looked at it in a panic. A girl nearby got up and glanced at my screen as she walked by.

“You know that’s a scam right?”

“Yah.”

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