Today was the world's most craptastic day EVER for me. I woke up to all these relatives from places I dunno whom I'm not very fond of, and when I turned to look at the clock, it was past eight. I was supposed to go to the opening for the Dark Knight, and I had completely missed it. I called my friends to tell them I was sick and couldn't make it, and my day went from bad to worst. You see, there are maternal family problems that I'd rather not talk about, but there's alcohol abuse and divorce and drug addictions involved. So, what happens when all this tension happens?
My mother fights with my grandmother, and I don't mean grade school pigtail pulling. I mean my mother grabbed my grandmothers hair, my grandmother had to bite her to let go, the whole shebang. And guess who had to break it up by throwing the closest thing I could ( a picture of me and my father) to the wall. My mother called grandma names and started breaking the plates, and I was distraught. I had to call my father, my uncle and my godparents before I could do anything else.And to top it all off, my P.P.D(Paranoid Personality Disorder) was at it's strongest, and I swear I was an ace away from stabbing someone through the heart with a knife! Right now, everything is calm. My younger cousins are asleep, my uncles are trying to calm my mother and grandmother down, and I'm here, sharing my story to the world. So if you all could just find it in your hearts to pray for me and my torn-apart maternal family(because my paternal family is as thick as theaves) that would be appreciated. God Bless!!!
My mother fights with my grandmother, and I don't mean grade school pigtail pulling. I mean my mother grabbed my grandmothers hair, my grandmother had to bite her to let go, the whole shebang. And guess who had to break it up by throwing the closest thing I could ( a picture of me and my father) to the wall. My mother called grandma names and started breaking the plates, and I was distraught. I had to call my father, my uncle and my godparents before I could do anything else.And to top it all off, my P.P.D(Paranoid Personality Disorder) was at it's strongest, and I swear I was an ace away from stabbing someone through the heart with a knife! Right now, everything is calm. My younger cousins are asleep, my uncles are trying to calm my mother and grandmother down, and I'm here, sharing my story to the world. So if you all could just find it in your hearts to pray for me and my torn-apart maternal family(because my paternal family is as thick as theaves) that would be appreciated. God Bless!!!
