Just had my first day of senior year on Tuesday and first day working a job during the school year. My NM told me that I she wouldn't drive me home although she she easily could have.
I got off of work at 7:00 and was eating with a friend. We work at a fast food joint. He offered to drive me home and I accepted. Then I turned on my phone and my mom started yelling at me on a phone call. She was outside and wanted me to leave with her. I didn't want to throw away my food in order to leave (we can't take our free food out of the workplace, must be eaten on site). I asked her to wait fifteen minutes for me so I didn't have to waste it. She goes apeshit and I throw everything and leave.
In the car she accuses me of avoiding her messages because I was angry about not getting a ride home. I wasn't, I would never text during work. I'm way too busy and when I'm not busy, I clean. She yelled about how stupid and what an idiot I am for unknown reasons. I remained silent because she has a history of threatening to crash while driving. She claimed that I was eating lunch with a "gay lover" and got mad when I told her it was my guy friend. She started swerving the car uncontrollably when I told her everything she had said was verbal abuse. We almost hit a lot of cars and stuff.
When I got to my room she followed me there and I can't remember what she said to me before she threw a cup of root beer into my eyes and on my work clothes and kept hitting me. Soda is all over my phone and her laptop.
I kind of blur and lose my mind. I've only lived with her so I don't have to live with my ND in the inner city. I get a better education and more resources where I live. Years of putting up with this shit goes out of the window for me. I broke down and started yelling and screaming and crying about many things:
At this point she realized that I'm not well and mentally unstable. I've never cracked this much and I scared my little brother who had to move her away from me. She keeps reiterating her story, changing details. I tried calling my dad but the wet phone didn't work and she grabbed it from me and left into the living room. I got dressed in a mad panic and fury, and tried to leave to ask my neighbor for help. Unfortunately my neighbors don't get into the middle of things and I was screaming to be let out. My mom blocked me and said "you better rethink this, if you go to your father's house you'll lose everything you've worked for". I said OK. I kept screaming it at her and she wouldn't let me out.
She keeps yelling and I told her to tell my father what she does here. And she just wouldn't stop.
I shortly realized that my father couldn't help me and I couldn't succeed over there. My brother needs me here and I just need to finish this year to go to college.
Although I had a nervous breakdown she didn't care but forced me to agree with her. The next couple of days she tried to make up for her actions with "I love you but you were wrong". My life is just full of this kinds of days where you just shut up and take it. Reconcile and try to convince your self that nothing is wrong.
What scares me the most is how quickly we got over that because I can't change this situation.