Texty Time

Mom starts texting me saying it’s ten and I just say okay? And she said I’m gonna get her in trouble because I’m not home. So I walk out to the living room and confront her then she brings me into my room and says how grammy told her that I still wasn’t home or whatever and I told her that I came in and talked to her and Jessica AND my gram. She kept saying how she didn’t trust her own memory or whatever but then she wouldn’t let me ask my gram about it and starts crying asking if her brains messed up and I told her how I sometimes don’t remember what I eat in the morning and she cried and gave me a hug. So I walk out to get a glass of water and look at my gram and she looked away and didn’t say anything. Now mom is crying more saying she doesn’t want us to get like that sitting on my bed ._.

10:33PM Wed, Dec 4

To: Boo


A few things you should know:

My sister, mom, and I all live with my grandmother. However, I go to my boyfriend’s a lot. I do go over as much as possible, but I always come home at 8 or 8:30 on a school night. My mom is very much like my grandmother, and yes, her brain is messed up. She has epilepsy and has a lot of trouble with her memory now because of that. Both my grandmother and my mom like to start fires every once in a while so I have no idea who to believe this time because the look on my gram’s face kind of said she was guilty, but did my mother have part in it? Only God knows.

Around 7:30 p.m.:

Mom starts yelling at my 10-year-old sister for lying (for the 50 millionth time) and telling her the truth about her dad (we don’t have the same dad). How he took my older brother by the ankle, held him upside down, and dropped him on his head– almost breaking his neck. How he took him by the neck and slammed his face into a metal fence pole. How he called me a f* retard when I was, what, 6? I know some of the stories, like how he kicked my brother in the a* the one time he stood up to him and gave me $20 for “being the good kid.” God, I felt horrible. Not knowing what to do, I told him as we climbed the stairs that I’d give him ten of it.

But those first three things, I didn’t remember at all. Wow. I felt miserable and like I wanted to cry. So I had my boyfriend come pick me up for an hour.

Around 8:30 p.m.:

I get home, talk to mom. Threaten Jessica because she was threatening me (not seriously threatening, duh). Pig out on chocolate we’re supposed to be using for a gingerbread house.

My gram gets home and goes into the kitchen and I follow. I see that she’s making a PB&J sandwich (which is racist, you know. Look it up) so I say that I like the seeds in the jelly and she agrees. I get my glass of milk and leave. Then I get a shower and get to bed.

Around 10 p.m.:

All that wonderful BS mentioned in the text goes on. YAY.


My boobs have been sore, I’ve been having cramps, and my usually high level of tolerance for annoying things and people had been unusually low. My phone is about to expire. I have midterms coming up. And, it was the first day back to school from Thanksgiving break. Plus the exhaustion from not sleeping. Great day, right?

Is there anybody out there who understands what this is like?


I walk out into the living room for my iPod charger and she acts like everything is f* fine.



A week ago, my mother, grandmother, sister and I went on a weekend trip to Washington D.C., Arlington, and Alexandria, Virginia. I didn’t want to go, initially, but I thought that it would be a nice change to get out of the house and go do something. My boyfriend was away in Titusville visiting his grandmother before her death, and ultimately, her funeral. The day we left was Saturday, September 28, 2013.

Strange things of a deep gravity have happened since our departure from the nation’s capitol. A man brought a can of gasoline and lit himself on fire in the middle of a park where joggers had their paths, in broad daylight. A woman drove her car into… What are they called…? Those large cylinders in the front of stores like Wal*Mart or Target that prevent people from crashing into the actual store… Whatever they’re called, a woman crashed into one of them, harm intended, and was killed by the secret service. There was a baby in the backseat that could have also been easily killed.

World War II veterans came from all over, using a good amount of money (we’re talking five digits; I think my mom said it was $80,000), stormed through the gates of a monument park…? Something along those lines. But imagine that, old men in their 80s or so, barging through metal fences? Crazy.

I’m scared.

Did I mention the government got shut down? I’m glad my mom isn’t a prison guard anymore or else she’d be ten times more pissed than what she already is. But why is my dear old mother, whom doesn’t even work or keep up with the world, pissed? I’ll be blunt: her son, my brother, went missing.

My brother made Lance Corporal. He’s a PFC in the United States Marine Corpse. Put in the brigs. Why? I am honestly not even sure because we still haven’t been able to get ahold of him. From what my mom’s been telling me, a lot of them in there for… A bad attitude? Hmm. Sounds suspicious, especially at a suspicious time. The only way we know anything is from a fellow Marine friend of my brother who got out of the brigs already. At first, all I knew was that my brother was in the brigs for punching an officer in the face because he tried to stop hazing.

More questions = more confusion.

The message I’m trying to get across is: I’m scared about the hell that our country is coming to. Anyone else? Thoughts? Opinions?


P.S.- I did NO RESEARCH. This is just information I was learning about from my mother and was discussing with her. I may be wrong about some things but please don’t hold it against me. I needed to get this out of my system. Thank you.