History

  The first 17 years of my life were spent being raised my mother. Although I am proud of who I have become, there are many things that would have been better if they were different. My mother has always been very controlling and I have always been very independent. That alone caused most of our problems. Then there were the little things that only made everything worse. She had high expectations for me in school; I was happy with just passing. She didn't want me to grow up; I wanted to act grown up like the girls in school. She wanted me to do everything just like her; I had my own ideas of how to do things and who I wanted to be. The list goes on and on. Some cases she was right. Others not so much. However, most should have been handled differently than they were. 
  Eventually so much disagreement lead me to be rebellious and stop caring. It didn't help that I was becoming a teenager and was already rebellious and argumentative from hormones and what not. My grades became worse to where I was always failing at least one class. The rule was 80s or above or grounded. Grounded meant no friends, phone, TV, music, playing outside, sports... basically life. I didn't have good grades from around 6th grade till junior year. Which meant I was grounded from 6th grade till junior year. For a young girl trying to grow up I'm sure you can imagine how difficult that was for me. I knew all I had to do was get good grades but after a few years I lost all motivation and just got used to it.
  I used my weekends at my dad's as a vacation every two weeks. For years my dad and step mom, Jessie, talked about moving me into there house. The summer before I started high school I decided I was done talking about it and was ready to move in. My dad and I called my mom and tried to talk to her about it, but she refused to let it happen. She came by the house the next day and guilt tripped me into staying. The next summer when nothing had changed I moved in with my dad. The guilt trip didn't work that time. However, after the first semester of my sophomore year I was moved back. I never really got a clear reason why.
  When my grades were still bad the second half of my sophomore year my mom and I agreed to try home school. Being the cheap person my mother is towards her kids she went with the cheapest home school she could find. I hated it. Every thing the home school was teaching me was things I learned in elementary school. Plus I wasn't actually getting any of it done. It bored me. It was basically only busy work to me, and there was so much of it. When all my friends were finishing their junior year and were enjoying their summer I was just making it to half way finished. It didn't help that things were getting worse between my mother and I.
  One night after I came home from my dads I tried to talk to my mom about going back to school. We had talked about it before, and she had always said no. This time though I decided it was either go back to school or get my GED because I wasn't finishing home school. I couldn't. I lacked the motivation, the patience, the tolerance, and the time. I wasn't learning anything. It was pointless to me. Of course this started a huge fight. Normally fights have always been typical for us, but that night I was just fed up. One thing led to another and it finally came to me calling my dad. She blew up, and so did I. I ended up running down the street while on the phone with my dad crying and screaming at her, "I'm never coming back to this horrible place!". Since my dad was on the phone for all of it he knew what it was like. He came and picked me up from where I was hiding. The next day I was informed that I would be living with them now. That was all last Sunday.
  Now I live with Dad, Jess, Devon, and Blake. My mother and I are no longer even speaking. I can only see my sister, who lives with my mom, when she goes to her dad's house. I am registered back into school, and pick up my schedule tomorrow. I may end up having to do my whole junior year over because I never finished home school. I'm just thankful to be able to graduate though.

  I'm trying to look at this whole situation in a positive manner. Alot of good is coming from it. The most important one however is that I'm finally happy and that I get to have a fresh new start. I'm really hoping I can make this new start turn me around and make me a better person with a better life. It helps alot that i have supportive understanding parents and two brothers that look up to me as well as my sister, Pooda, has me as an example of how not to act towards our mom. Life should be much better now.