My mom was always a little crazy and drank a lot and smoked cigerettes and weed. One of the problems is she still does, I think she hasn't been sober or high for the past thirty years. As you can imagine this would be hard enough, well it gets a lot worse than that.
Here's my story, or rather the story of my parents through my eyes.
I came into this world in A small Connecticut town tucked into a valley, it's kind of a stoner town, but its a nice one anyways. Anyhow, my mom and dad loved me and my younger brother and more importantly each other, but when I was four and a half my parents split up. I'm still amazed at how well I handled that so well. But, I think that's when my mom became a full-blown alcoholic. she never hit me or my brother and was still nice to us most of the time. But now that I look back on it she didn't care too much about us, and fed us the same food every night and although she clearly cared in some cases she wasn't the best or even close to the best mom she could've been.
Later in my preteen years (I'm 15 now) she met a guy, this guy is nice to her for the first few months, but as time goes on, me and my mother started to realize that he was a control freak, and made no sense at times, but neither did my mothers reasoning. He's always been ok to me and my brother, but I don't think he really cares about us like a real dad could, but that's understandable. Well, anyways he and her started fighting a lot over the stupidest little things, such as "you didn't get the cat food?" and the time when our dish washer broke for the fourth time and my mom refused to buy a new one. And... when I say fights I mean huge fights and domestics, that woke up the neighbors who happened to be my friends, and its hard to explain to your friends why the police were at your house when your 12-13. And when I had a girlfriend in 6th grade I think I never invited her to my house because my parents don't clean it, and all they do is blame me for not doing chores, yet when I went to camp for four weeks (paid for by my biological father) they never cleaned a thing, mowed the lawn or did the gutters, and when my brother and I came home we had to cut 3 foot high grass... her parents were messed up too so that helped a little with me coping, but we broke up the summer I went to camp of course...
Then my dad started acting suspicious and ended up wasting 200,000,$ of my moms reserve money, then is when the huge fights came, and she started drinking more, the fact that she's going through menopause only makes it worse, because her mood swings can be nice to violent and alcohol usually accompanies these mood swings only to strengthen them.
So now they are braking up, my mom is probably sewing, my would of been stepdad, and she talks about suicide. How can I help her, when I have to be the parent watching over her making sure she doesn't do something stupid, do well in school, watch my little brother, with all of this weighing on my mind?! I feel like I can't go outside without her O.D.ing or something. I can't have a girlfriend, or my friends over because of her and the situation at my house. It's so embarrassing, but sad at the same time.
Ohh, and her horse, the "one thing she loved" broke its leg and she had to shoot it
and thats making her seriously depressed, and with my stepdad gone and her soon to sue him, shes mentally unstable. He was in a sense her leash, to stop her from going over the deep end.
As for me, I've been ok through this all, I'm not emo or goth, (not that theres anything wrong with being one), I have friends but I can't hang out with them a lot because my parents don't drive me to their houses, and my moms too lazy to take me anywhere so I have to quit soccer for two seasons in a row.
She acts like this doesn't affect me at all, and it annoys me because deep down its hard to concentrate at schoolwork.
Also, she's always been unreasonable, such as she'll smoke around me all the time, and in the car even on the ride home from the doctors when he said she shouldn't smoke near us. And if you argue with her, she's always right or she throws a hissy fit. My grandma says she's always been like this, but its getting worse and worse. I understand that she's depressed, but she's angry at the world and she's starting to blame people for random things and she thinks that she didn't get herself into this. She screams at my friends if they try to come to my house(to get me outside). Just tonight she screamed I have a gun to my friend because she thought it was a robber?!? That's going to be great to explain, just like all the screaming, the time I punched her in the eye because was threatening my brother (she's never hit us but it looked like she was going to because he didn't do the laundry! MOOD SWING!). They ask why they never met my parents and what do I say? She hasn't made dinner in years. And I just think its unfair that I have to go through this every night and be expected to help the family, have friends, my brother, school, girls, and mostly help her. I'm even starting to get worried because she won't buy me food now, because she cant afford it yet she buys cigerettes and alcohol in large quantitiies every day
When I ask her how can I help you all she says is I'm going to kill ****. or I want more wine, while she smokes a cigerette in our livingroom. I need new clothes and schol supplies, but she won't get them or she'll make a scene in the store. Life is starting to get impossible.
Thats not even half the story...
Sorry it's so long and unorganized, but that's how my moms life is so I guess its fitting,
To sum it up. I don't know what to do