I was almost killed by my mom when I was young... and the rest of my life has been a living hell.
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Growing up, my life was hell. I watched both of my parents drug use spiral out of control. They started when I was 5... my dad broke his arm in a work related injury. That’s when it all started. Both of my parents ended up hooked.
There were instances where I saw my parents strung out, my dad once had a drug seizure, and my dad once had also passed out while driving. Luckily, it wasn’t too hard. Still, he did a hit and run.... I remember these years in this particular town devastating. I lived there until I was 10... then I wanted to visit my home town to visit family.
My parents were arguing about my dads best friend at the time. She was a girl and my mom was always jealous... I was trying to get them to stop arguing. That’s when my mom picked me up by my hair against the wall and told me to mind my own business. I was terrified. My brother didn’t really know what was going on. He was 8 at the time.
I don’t know what happened between then and the moment my mother made us get into the car. That’s when I remember my dad pleading for us to get out of the car. My mom sped off and tried to hit him. She missed thankfully. It would have killed him. At the end of the neighborhood, I remember those devastating words- “I’m going to crash into the next car I see. Buckle up... I don’t want you to die like me.” A part of me thinks she did. my brother and I were in the hospital for 5 or so days. My mom had stabbed herself with a screwdriver after the incident. My mother ended up in jail, but she took a plea and ended up getting out when I was 13.
She has been abusing hard drugs since then, including heroin, crack, and meth. Even when she was taking care of my new 3 year old baby sister and taking crack when pregnant with my baby brother. I don’t know why she’s even allowed to still have kids... she still thinks I should respect her just because she’s my mom. That’s not how it works.
After the events, I moved in with my grandmother. She had passed away shortly after, though, and the house went to shit. Trash laid everywhere and the water didn’t work for months at a time. I had no adult guidance. I mainly attribute my mental health problems to this event.
My dad also had continued to use drugs after what happened. He ended up going to jail for selling at one point... he then took methadone behind my stepmoms back. He was unapologetic, and instead started yelling about how he would kill who outed him. It was me after I moved out... I’d tried to call him out for the suffering he put me through growing up. He said I had to stop blaming people for my problems. I just feel lost.... but I want to be there to help people with similar issues. I also need to talk about it to slowly heal... so AMA
TL;DR parents abused drugs my whole life. A deep spiral down ended in my mother trying to kill me and my little brother. Mother got out of jail 3 years later, still thinks I should respect her. Got out and did even harder drugs. Father was negligent and didn’t care about my well being afterwards. My head is a mess.
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Here is the article if you were curious. I didn’t actually fracture my hip: https://www.pressreader.com/usa/baltimore-sun/20100703/281625301566260