I’m seventeen years old, and my mom is an alcoholic. She weighs no more than 115 lbs, and drinks a 24 oz beer, plus a six pack, and plus several glasses of wine.. every night. Its so scary. I hate to see it.. its just like Jekyl and Hide. She turns into a complete monster. She also smokes over 2 packs a day; her father died from lung cancer less than 6 months ago, and she still hasn’t quit! the ceiling in the living room slants up toward the loft so all of the smoke funnels into my room. If I open my window, she screams at me to close it. I’ve tried telling my dad, and my grandparents, but they have done nothing. The only advice I’ve been given is to just get out of there. Except the fact that I can’t drive, and don’t have a car. I’ve taken driver’s ed, but my mom won’t let me get my permit. I just want to escape every now and then. I can’t take the drama, and her constantly blaming all of her problems on me. Her constant denial of everything. One time it got so bad, that her boyfriend Jamie told me to find the alcohol, and get rid of it. I said okay, so I did. The next thing you know, she flies around the corner, and literally throws me across the room by my hair. My face hits the wall, and despite the fact that I’m crying and really freaked out, she grabbed my head and threw it against the linoleum floor screaming that she’s an adult and she can do what she wants. I don’t want a stupid ala-non group. I don’t need emotional support anymore… I need to escape when things get violent.

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