We will help you get your mom off drugs!

My bf and I have been together for 1 1/2 years. When we first got together, my parents loved him. He treats me like a queen, is very respectful, loves my kids, and makes me truly happy. 9 mnths into the relationship he moved 900 miles away from here to be with his kids b/c their mother is a drug addict. He flies in once a month to see me and his family and we talk at least 2x a day. This works for us. We plan to get married next year when I finish college. The problem? My mom has said in the past that if I have anything to do with him she’s “done with me”. My bf is flying in for a week during christmas and I want to take him to my family’s Christmas Eve get together. How do I tell my mom that I’m bringing him with me and my kids and that if she doesn’t like it, none of will be there. Both my parents are very good to me and I couldn’t have asked for better parents. Its just that I feel, at 29, its time I live my own life and stop letting my mom act like a dictator. What do I do?
My mom has always been way overprotective. She loved him until he moved away. I feel that his reasons for leaving(his kids) were very upstanding and say alot about his character as a man. As a matter of fact, I told him to go b/c if he would of chose me over the girls I didn’t want him anyway. My mother didn’t see it this way. She seen it as I was a notch on his bedpost (a 1 1/2 yr. notch?). For anyone else who is wondering. . I already have my own place. Single mom of 2, full time job, pay my own bills, full time nursing student, ask them for nothing.

I come from a very plutonian/neptunian family. I am one myself. My son has moon in scorpio and my daughter has moon square pluto. I know this is only a small piece of the personality. But, every moon/pluto person I know was either emotionally or physically abused or had a parent suffering alcoholism. My mom abandoned me. My dad was great most times, but he was a liar, manipulator and he physically assaulted me and every wife or girlfriend he has ever had. I know that’s strange to say that he was great most times, but it’s true. I could “see” his heart, which was great, but his ego was out of control! My kids’ also have moon square pluto and he can never have a “real” conversation with his mom; she never validates his feelings and experiences. she also used to cry before he could even express his perspective of her. He’d say, “mom, in childhood I couldn’t go out with friends and….” but she would have tears rolling down her face before he could finish his sentence. “Well if you think I’m a bad mother, why don’t you right down all the horrible things you think about me and I’ll stay away since I’m not wanted,” she would reply. Our parents/family labeled us as the sensitive one, but they were the ones being abusive or pouting all the time.

Now we are afraid that we will be like our parents. Can we change for our children? Even if we do better than our parents is it fate for our kids to feel the same about us as we do our own parents. Sometimes it seems that, based on a person’s inherited personality traits, he or she will interpret the parent(s) based on their own outlook-he or she will “hold onto” certain parts of the parent. Because, as I said, my dad had many great qualities. I just can’t let go of the hurtful ones!

I want to be a good mother. Even more than that, I don’t want to do anything to cause deep psychological scars to my babies. I know no parent is perfect, I just need any type of HELPFUL info! We can’t go to our families for advice; those plutonians don’t want to HEAL!
Sorry gintable I am new to Yahoo Answers; that was my first question! I don’t know if I am sending THIS RIGHT ! You seem threatened and offended by my beliefs. I understand! I will try to find the CORRECT category. Thanks
I use to be threatened by differences in thinking and beliefs, but I get to know who you are that way! Go ahead and bash me and the “entertainment” I choose. It makes me stronger as astrology has taught me!
Okay, it does kinda bother me for you to relate to me that way, but at the same time it excites me because, again, I get to know you. For a person to be a “not nice” with his way of communicating to someone he doesn’t even know says something about him!
gintable, it’s obvious that you don’t get astrology very well because you would know that your sun sign isn’t the tell all of the personality. I’m sure you will come back and say that is because it’s all bullshit LOL. any sign can be a “jag off” as you so eloquently put it. I like you, gintable! Keep it coming! I’m better with the “feel” of you, not the “logic” of what sign you are!
Iridflare, did you conduct this research yourself? If so, how did you conduct your research? Do you know yourself, really know yourself to know if it’s worthless? Or do you not like what astrology has to say about you? If it’s useless, why do you care? Why did you have to reply?-but please do. I like to get to know you!
Jim D, not gintable I’ve been communicating with, right? Wrong use of name!
EDIT: Thanks Oklatonola! LMAO. I felt they were bullies. I have been bullied most of my life so am learning how to handle them. 3 years! Well, if they want to mess with me, then I’m ready! It’s hilarious and I don’t take people of that nature as seriously as I used to. I just speak my truth and give them what they give me. Thanks for the parenting advice! Even without astrology, if a parent (wants) to do better, she can try her best! Good luck to you and your friend.

I come from a very plutonian/neptunian family. I am one myself. My son has moon in scorpio and my daughter has moon square pluto. I know this is only a small piece of the personality. But, every moon/pluto person I know was either emotionally or physically abused or had a parent suffering alcoholism. My mom abandoned me. My dad was great most times, but he was a liar, manipulator and he physically assaulted me and every wife or girlfriend he has ever had. I know that’s strange to say that he was great most times, but it’s true. I could “see” his heart, which was great, but his ego was out of control! My kids’ also have moon square pluto and he can never have a “real” conversation with his mom; she never validates his feelings and experiences. she also used to cry before he could even express his perspective of her. He’d say, “mom, in childhood I couldn’t go out with friends and….” but she would have tears rolling down her face before he could finish his sentence. “Well if you think I’m a bad mother, why don’t you right down all the horrible things you think about me and I’ll stay away since I’m not wanted,” she would reply. Our parents/family labeled us as the sensitive one, but they were the ones being abusive or pouting all the time.

Now we are afraid that we will be like our parents. Can we change for our children? Even if we do better than our parents is it fate for our kids to feel the same about us as we do our own parents. Sometimes it seems that, based on a person’s inherited personality traits, he or she will interpret the parent(s) based on their own outlook-he or she will “hold onto” certain parts of the parent. Because, as I said, my dad had many great qualities. I just can’t let go of the hurtful ones!

I want to be a good mother. Even more than that, I don’t want to do anything to cause deep psychological scars to my babies. I know no parent is perfect, I just need any type of HELPFUL info! We can’t go to our families for advice; those plutonians don’t want to HEAL!
Sorry gintable I am new to Yahoo Answers; that was my first question! I don’t know if I am sending THIS RIGHT ! You seem threatened and offended by my beliefs. I understand! I will try to find the CORRECT category. Thanks
I use to be threatened by differences in thinking and beliefs, but I get to know who you are that way! Go ahead and bash me and the “entertainment” I choose. It makes me stronger as astrology has taught me!
Okay, it does kinda bother me for you to relate to me that way, but at the same time it excites me because, again, I get to know you. For a person to be a “not nice” with his way of communicating to someone he doesn’t even know says something about him!
gintable, it’s obvious that you don’t get astrology very well because you would know that your sun sign isn’t the tell all of the personality. I’m sure you will come back and say that is because it’s all bullshit LOL. any sign can be a “jag off” as you so eloquently put it. I like you, gintable! Keep it coming! I’m better with the “feel” of you, not the “logic” of what sign you are!
Iridflare, did you conduct this research yourself? If so, how did you conduct your research? Do you know yourself, really know yourself to know if it’s worthless? Or do you not like what astrology has to say about you? If it’s useless, why do you care? Why did you have to reply?-but please do. I like to get to know you!
Jim D, not gintable I’ve been communicating with, right? Wrong use of name!
EDIT: Thanks Oklatonola! LMAO. I felt they were bullies. I have been bullied most of my life so am learning how to handle them. 3 years! Well, if they want to mess with me, then I’m ready! It’s hilarious and I don’t take people of that nature as seriously as I used to. I just speak my truth and give them what they give me. Thanks for the parenting advice! Even without astrology, if a parent (wants) to do better, she can try her best! Good luck to you and your friend.

So I work with a ton of girls at my business. This isn’t the first time I have worked with girls that come from broken homes. A few of them have told me unsolicited and completely not on topic things like how their fathers are alcoholics and drug addicts or how they cheated on their mothers. Or about their sex lives.

I am not a very touchy freely or very good with this stuff. They seem to like to vent and I don’t know what should I give them advice or just let them vent. Does this mean that they trust me or something?

Im 13 and am writing a story, Basically it’s about this girl (Alana) who has an abusive father, a mother addicted to drugs, her little sister is depressed and her older brother has tried to commit suicide twice. She then finds a shining light in her life, Jake. They fall in love and Jake introduces her to the world of mythical creatures and when Jake gets in trouble for telling Alana all about this they go on the run from the leaders of this world.
I talked to my older sister about this and she wasn’t sure if I was old enough to write about the things her family is going through. What do you think?
I think i will change it a bit. The main male’s name is now Lucas not Jake. The father is still abusive and the mother is just to scared to prevent it. The brother and sister are normal. It is a little bit similar to Twilight and a little smiliar to Harry Potter but it will have my twist on it and wont be much like them.

When I was 13 my mom married my stepdad who i barely knew and forced us to move to the city where he was working. After a year of yelling and screaming at me for nothing and playing mind games with my mom, my stepdad began brutally beating me. He literally punched me in the face because I put on a pair of shorts he thought I had worn the day before and I was bleading for hours. I went to school and lied and told everyone that I hit my face from falling. Then, he, on several occoasions, starting pushing me down on the ground and sitting on me, covering my mouth so I couldn’t breathe and even threw me against a wall and down the stairs a couple of times after I had an attitude with him. I told my mom about this and she even witnessed it a couple of times, but she never blamed him and always told me to apologize. After a really bad fight I begged my mom to let me stay with my grandparents because I didn’t feel safe around my stepdad and she let me. But after a few days at my grandparents (in the hometown that I lived before my stepdad made us move), my mom sent me to live with my drug addict dad in another state because my stepdad didn’t want me to live with my grandparents where he knew I would be happy. My mom let me come back and live with her after 6 months, and my stepdad hasn’t hit me ever since, though he still plays mind games. My mom is completely brain washed. I am a straight A student and everyone says how much of a good kid I am. But I feel broken and lost and confused. Sometimes I can’t even sleep thinking about what he did to me and how no one ever tried to stop it. It replays constantly in my head. My stepdad has been working in another state for a couple months now, but my mom is starting to talk alot like him. I love her, but everytime I bring something up to her or try to talk to her about the littlest things, she thinks I am playing a game with her and trying to control her. She says “I am not going to play your little games anymore, they don’t work on me.” My stepdad used to say this all the time to me. I am 16 now, almost 17, and I feel like my teen years are completely lost. I have gone from being fun and outgoing to akward and quiet at school, and find it hard to make friends – another thing my stepdad criticizes me for. I want to stay with my grandparents for a year so that I can try and live a normal teenaged life for a little while before I have to become an adult and end up resenting my mom for the rest of my life. I don’t want to resent her, but here, I am constantly in fear and feel lonely all the time. I just don’t know what to do.

In 2008 I read a news on newspaper that a girl who’s age is about 23 she recovered from her addicted life.She use to take drugs with syringe when she was 14. She also wrote a book of her personal life.Her mother don’t know about addicted life.So can anyone tell me what is her name? And her book’s name?

For the past two nights I have been hearing this baby kitten crying outside. It looks only about 6 weeks old. I put some milk out last night. I don’t know if the kitten or another cat drank it. I think I saved it’s life tonight because, I heard it crying, so I went outside, and it darted, but there was a big Tom cat there with his ears held back, it looked like it was getting ready to pounce on the poor kitty. I don’t really want to have another cat but I feel obligated to help this little kitty. i’m not sure if it has lost it’s mother. If not the mama cat is not doing a very good job protecting her baby. What should I do? Is there another way to catch this cat without having to get a cage from a shelter?

Giant Octopus Ride:

When my real dad came for my tenth birthday
he put the blue bulb in the porch light
then told my mother we would be out late but safe.

Each year we walked at dusk
when we could slither under the side fence.

On the inside I was a colonel
who knew every funhouse shortcut
and every haunted castle scare.

I knew how to spot my house from the top of the ferris wheel;
I knew why the men stood by the carousel platform looking up;
I knew where the air would smell like cotton candy,
where it would smell like deep fried crab,
where it would smell like urine,
but this year I didn’t know where
the giant octopus ride came from.

I hated how its green metallic paint
made the other rides pale and sun bleached,
how its blazing eyes and tentacles outshined midway,
how its rock and roll soundtrack echoed throughout the park
at the expense of the folk and country songs I had memorized.

My dad’s whiskey breath reached me.

Your tall enough aren’t cha?

I don’t care.

Got a sawbuck if you don’t cry or throw up.

Mom give you that money to spend on me.

Hell, you ride it and I’ll let you drink half a beer

I shook his hand hard like I was supposed to
and marched toward the ride.

I waited 20 minutes,
kicking up dirt, spitting,
tightening and retightening
my belt and shoe laces.

At ride entrance my crown was even with the stick

Not tall enough, next

I’m at the line

Gotta be above the line

Girls start giggling behind me.
I slump aside,
let tears create avenues in cheek dust.
I see dad in the distance,
leaning back hard on a plastic bench
cowboy hat cocked down
sharing a cigarette
with a high school girl
Dad! Dad!
he never looked.

When I came back he shrugged,
put the 10 in his pocket,
pointed me off to the ferris wheel.

At the ferris wheel
I planned to give 4 tickets for my own carriage
but when I saw a girl, my age, waiting for a partner
I changed my mind and handed the carney 2.

While on the ride
I spotted my dad
sipping flask whiskey and smoking.

I imagined what would of happened if he had
heard me yell.

I pictured it rough.
My dad pushing the carney to the ground,
pouring his whiskey on the control panel,
where it would spark
the dying cough of dynamos,
I envisioned the ride going black,
midway regaining glory,
country music once again echoing proudly.

I become present near the ferris wheel peak;
my voice cracks as I tell the girl
the blue porch light is my house;
I point to it, but it’s not there,
the lights from the giant octopus ride
have swallowed it with brightness,
she simply smiles and asks,
Would you like a piece of my funnel cake?

My 15 year old son was at his friends house last night and called his mother to come and pick him up because he didn’t feel good. It turns out he took acid (lsd) and was having a bad trip. He had dillusions of death and was in constant fear for about five hours. He swears this is the first time he took this, and I do believe him. I never expected this from him as he is a pretty responsible, loving, athletic kid, and to this point, always said the right things about kids and drugs.

We had a long conversation about this, and told him I am going to take him to a Narcotics Anonymous meeting. I have gone to many Narcotics Anonymous meetings as I have abused prescription drugs in the past, and think he can benefit from hearing how normal, everyday people got caught up in drugs, and how it took over their lives. My question is, should I tell him I am a recovering addict and let hime know about my addiction? I am torn, because naturally I don’t want him to know, but it may hit home.

ive hidden from her and my family that im bisexual…..have done many drugs..been picked on in hs. was depressed through hs. and most of college..almost killed myself 2x..addicted to drugs. so much and i want her to know what i went through. should i? i want her to know how alone i felt…and why i am the way i am now.

I turned 18 a couple months ago, and recently my birth mother and father have each separately contacted me on facebook. I met with my birth mom the other day and she’s crazy. She gave me all these gifts and candy, but she sends me all these dramatic texts about crying herself to sleep and how she missed me over the years. She is dying with stage 4 liver disease…which is what makes this whole situation tough. I dont really want her in my life, but i feel bad because im her only child, whom she put up for adoption, and i feel like i have an obligation to see her now and be a part of her life. I love my life the way it is, and she is extremely complicated and has so many problems of her (alcoholism, smoking, poor health, poor fiscal situation etc) and im moving 800 miles away to college in a month and she talks about visiting me, even moving there. I feel smothered. This has all transgressed over a span of 3 or 4 days. That’s just my mother. my father has 7 children, so now i suddenly have all these brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, and uncles. everyone from both sides of the family are contacting me on facebook and wont leave me alone. so, my question, how do i get the situation back to what it used to be. I dont want her in my life, as bad as this may sound. I love my adoptive parents so much.
Im moving 800 miles away for four years and possibly more than that and ill only be home a couple times a year

i can’t quit weed. my friends are really no help they say “oh well just don’t do it”, sometimes its not that simple. my mom is a recovering addict of harder drugs and i really want her help quitting weed but im afraid to tell her whats going on. what should i do?

-Constructive critisizm and advice please :)

The sky was pitch black except for patches of stars the gray whisked clouds would not cover. Suddenly, the sky began to move faster and faster with each passing second, making the stars shoot out like a meteor shower and soon there were no stars at all. The clouds continued to evaporate and reappear. Then it began to pour down rain flooding the cold hard earth. Lightening exploded, striking a nearby tree and engulfing it with fire, followed by a piercing thunder. Soon the lightening flashes occurred every few seconds, making the once sinister sky a light show. It gave an intense beam of light exposing the abandoned Victorian house on top of the hill. The rotting, wooden shutters banged and clattered against the house in dangerous rhythm with the wind. Then everything stopped abruptly. The flames from the tree died out and the smoke blended with the gray, dreary atmosphere. The rain became only mist and the moon came out to flaunt its silver rays in the distance, which made the sign at the end of the concrete driveway visible. It read Canyon View Ridge.
The front door of the house cracked open. Inside was empty, almost as if it were just sold. The walls were white, or used to be; the floors were wooden and some were missing. To the left of the disintegrating staircase was an elongated hallway, dark and bleak, but towards the end was a light. It was a blurry, abstract light coming from the Christmas tree in the corner. Compared to the rest of the home, this part looked normal and the figures became clear. A mother and child sat on a holiday themed blanket next to the tree. The woman pulled out a metallic blue bag and opened it. She gave her baby the green stuffed lizard that was in it, and immediately he loved it. He smiled, kicked his tiny feet, and giggled when she rubbed it against his soft skin.
“Alright, Honey…it’s your turn,” the mother said pulling back her short blond hair. She was a beautiful woman with eyes like sapphire diamonds.
“Okay, which one is mine?” a man asks.
“The one on top,” she pointed. “Here give me the camera.”
He reeked of cologne and alcohol, wore his hair tied in a pony tail, and looked like he hadn’t shaved in a week. He grabbed the red box and unwrapped it. He smiled and looked at the video camera to show off his Rolex watch. The woman zoomed in on his gift also divulging a missing floorboard in the other room behind him. The man turned to the baby and smirked when he saw him nodding off into an early nap.

I woke up hesitantly and viewed my surroundings. I was satisfied that it was only a dream, despite how real it felt. The damp sweat outlined my back and I shivered. I couldn’t stop. Chills covered my body, but it wasn’t cold. My hands shook uncontrollably and I started to get worried. My heart pumped faster and it felt like my stomach was being pulled outside my body. I got up and walked around in hopes that it would stop, but it just made my eyes blacken. It continued all through the rest of the night. All I could do was lay back down on my bed and watch the fan whip back and forth. It was completely dark, but somehow I was certain my eyes where bloodshot. Think
Thoughts rushed in and out of my head. I thought about school the next day and how I would go through my classes without any sleep. I considered all the possibilities for why this was happening to me. When will it stop? Why did I have that crazy dream? Who were those people? Am I still dreaming? Cold water rushed down my spine and interrupted my thoughts. I tossed and turned trying to get some sleep, but thread stitched open my eyes. I thought I was crying, but when I touched my cheek, it was blood. Maybe I really will die in my sleep. Then the television turned on with a high voltage screech that made me jump from my bed. When I hit the floor, I rubbed my eyes and looked up at the TV. Just a hallucination.
The entire five hours of constant tremors made me exhausted. The whole time I shook with anxiety, I probably blinked twice. But after those five hours, my body finally relaxed. My muscles were sore and I felt paralyzed, but I couldn’t even complain. I just let out a sigh and passed out. I must have slept for about fifteen minutes until the alarm for school beeped. My immediate reaction was to chuck it at the wall, but I lacked the energy. I decided hours before that school wasn’t so important anymore. I slept through the exasperating beeping noise and also my dad screaming at me to wake up. And at that moment I realized that the man in my dream was my own father seventeen years ago. My name is Sean Barrett…welcome to my nightmare.

‘Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the house, beer in abundance, and liquor about.

The children pissed off, possibly drugged as well, for there were shitty presents under the tree…what the hell?

“The fuck is this shit?”, the one child did utter, “A holiday sweater? We must murder our mother.”

“Later”, the other decreed, “I talked to Mason Day, talkin’ about some kind of pineapple weed. I know you don’t smoke ,Beau Blanchard my chap, but I’m George Almonte, if I’m not high I swear to god I’ll snap.”

“Good shit”, Beau replied, “Let’s hit it after I grab some supplies.”

So Beau loaded a bag, with his father’s liq and beer, unworried about his anger, for he will be drunk until the next year. They walked out the house, when they heard such a clatter, it was Abel Perez , getting madder and madder.

“FUCK YOU MOM, YOU IMMIGRANT BITCH, I HOPE YOU BURN, YOU INSUFFERABLE WITCH!!” Business as usual, he was always pissed.

So Beau cracked a joke, they laughed and moved on, George skipped merrily singing metal songs.

They walked and walked till they came to their stop, when to their horror they saw a number of cops.

Beau hid the bag, and went up to the officer, “What seems to be the problem?…lobster.”

“Well my young delinquent, we caught this other boy, a-smokin’ and drinkin’.”

To none of their surprise, it was Mason indeed, got impatient waiting and smoked a half ounce of weed.

The cars drove off, the boy’s Christmas was screwed, all except for Beau, who had his own brew.

“Fruck this shipt, what we gonner do noaww?”, said Beau shitfaced who was stumbling around.

“My friends do not wail”, George said, “We’ll break his ass out of jail.”

For some retarded reason the others agreed, they’ll get their friend and his big bag of weed.

They got some tools and a ride as well, they’d get their weed (and Mason) even if they go through hell.

Dropped off at the police station, they needed a plan to get out Mason.

“Wow, we got this far?”, Abel said, “I didn’t even think we’d get a ride in a car.”

So it was hopeless again, our three heroes(?) did think, when old St. Nicholas made a mischievous wink.

He worked his magic, more powerful than Jesus, and furthered this story in order to please us.

“Fear not my children! This magic comes with a full tank of gas!” And out of thin air comes the ghost of Hummer past.

“It’s Mason’s old hummer! From the car accident this month!”, Abel surprised, “Except with a jet engine in the back of the trunk.”

The two hopped in, with Beau falling inside. They prepared themselves for a bad ass holiday ride.

The engine roared with the spirit of St. Nick, damn this story is badass, a book would be sick.

It decimated the station except for two parts, the cell holding Mason and weed filled carts.

All four loaded up, the place they were robbin’, as they flew out the bitch, Mason yelled, “W3 b St3@dY M0bbIN!!”(we be steady mobbin for you whiter readers).

They went to the park, right by 7-11, they were so high it could’ve been heaven.

Munchies and weed mixed with liq and bud light, it was truly a most excellent night.

For all you out there who had a good laugh, you’re going to hell for liking this crap. And for those who think, I’m some twisted jerk, get your bum ass off facebook if you’re offended and hurt. But for everyone else, and even these groups as well, merry Christmas to all, and to all I’ll see you in hell!

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When I was still struggling with what I was, my mother confronted me and demanded if I was bisexual, and that if I was it was against God, and a sin. I turned red, felt panic and said “No, I’m not!” which I was in no position to say. And my mom said “good…” an ex of mine outed me to her out of revenge for dumping them, and “fear for my soul”.
I want to come out, but I’m worried that my denial before will effect their belief in me now. Also my mother is very gody, and homophobic. She likes to say how children shouldn’t be exposed to homosexuality, and grounds her children for saying the word “gay” she likes to compare homosexuality to alcoholism. My dad, he liked to say how people are gay because of malformed brains, and he believes gay people have an agenda, and he cried when one of his friends daughters came out.
Part of me wonders if they already know, another is bothered by my lie. And another wonders if I should ever tell them. If they kick me out, I do have places to go, although my life will be a little harder. I just wanted someone else’s thoughts on the issue.

I’ve known for a long time that I’ve had binge-eating disorder, and I’ve never known a time when I haven’t eaten compulsively and uncontrollably. I’m not a hypochondriac, and I’m not wanting to tell her this for attention. I have no doubt about my disorder, and I just want help.
Any time I try to tell my mom that something is wrong with me, she thinks I’m being melodramatic. I don’t know how to explain to her that I need help. She doesn’t believe in binge- or compulsive-eating disorders, she just thinks they have no willpower. And because, of course, she’s never seen me binge, I don’t even know if she’ll believe that I have any kind of problem in the first place.
Don’t get me wrong, my mom does care. If it were bulimia or anorexia or anything “serious,” she would be worked into a panic. But I can already see her telling me that I don’t have a disorder, “I just need to get my priorities straight and get some willpower.”
I’m 16, and I live in a small town, so it isn’t like I can just drive to a psychologist.
How do I tell her?

Might not be better, but I tried. And FYI I’m only 16 myself. So don’t hate.. I’m not a pro.. haha.

Pulling the headphones out of my ears, I jammed my iPod into my backpack. Slouching low into my seat, I look down at my watch. We’ve still got an hour till landing. Two long hours.
I’m on an airplane on my way to Chicago. Long story. The flashback of that day smashed through my head. The day my fate was decided. I shut my eyes tight, trying not to think about it, but it wouldn’t leave my mind.
Funny story, actually. You see, one ordinary day I was at school. At free period I hung out with a couple of my friends, outside at the corner by the tree. The usual. But then, all of a sudden, Stephan pulled out some bottles of beer from his backpack and everybody started drinking. They then began to start bugging me.
“Come on, Alex, just a sip,” Stephan said. Stephan Vega was my best friend. He was tall and skinny, with messy dark hair.
“Yeah, it won’t kill you,” Roxy said, cracking open a second bottle. Another one of my good friends. My mom really hated Roxy, only because of her tight exposing cloths, bright red lipstick, and curly blonde hair. And not your average curls. Roxy’s curls were out of control.
“Just this once, Parker. You won’t regret it,” said Mike, who was sitting on the hood of his car, parked up right by the tree. Mike and I weren’t the best of friends, but he came in handy when I needed rides. He was also not someone my mother would approve of, mainly because he always smelled like smoke.
“No guys, I don’t drink,” I said. I grabbed my backpack, slid it over one shoulder and stood up. I started to walk off when they all started laughing, Stephan, Roxy, Mike and the other three kids that I wasn’t too familiar with. “Alexandria Parker, the toughest, roughest, most dare devilish girl in the whole school wimping out? This is too good!” I heard one of them call from behind. Thats when I had had it. I froze in my tracks, my teeth gritted. I turned around, marched back over to them and grabbed the bottle Stephan had in his hand, chugging down half of it.
“Thats what I’m talking about,” Stephan said, grinning. I clanked my bottle with Roxy’s and then drank some more. Stephan threw his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I smiled as I wiped my mouth with my black hoodie sleeve.
“WHAT IS GOING ON OVER HERE?!” Oh, shit. Slowly, I turned around to face Principal Howard, with his hands on his hips, his entire face bright red. “Drop the bottles and go to my office. NOW!” He shouted, spit spraying out of his mouth.
Later that afternoon, when my mother found out I was getting suspended for what I did, she totally freaked out on me. No shocker, of course.
“Alexandria Marie Parker, what the hell were you thinking?!” She screamed.
I sighed. “Peer pressure, mom.”
“You’re sixteen! How could you be drinking at sixteen?! For gods sake, Alex. What am I going to do with you? Where in the world did I ever go wrong?” Here we go.
Tears rolled down my mothers face. “Ever since your father died-”
“You have no idea what your talking about, Mom,” I shot, cutting her off. “It wasn’t anyones fault but my own.”
And thats when she started talking about Casey, my cousin, and my mothers favorite niece. Little Miss Perfect was getting straight A’s ever since she started at her new school. After hearing about how good Casey was doing in school, my mom decided that there was only one solution.
“I… I’m sending you over to Karen in Chicago,” She stammered.
Aunt Karen, my moms dear sister, and perfect Casey’s perfect mother.
“Mom! No.. you can’t make me!”
“Your friends here are way too much of a bad influence,” She said. When she saw my eyes turning red and watery, she softened up. “You’ll like Chicago. Karen’s new husband, John, is a great guy. He has a son about your age and twins. A boy and a girl. You’ll like them Alex, you really will.”
A tear rolled down my cheek.
“My decision is final. Your flights in two weeks, so start packing.” My mother blinked furiously, trying to force back the tears that were forming in her eyes.
So that’s that. Now it’s goodbye New York, hello Chicago.
I snapped back into reality when the flight attendance announced over the loud speaker that we would be landing in twenty minutes.
Sitting up straight, I wiped the tears from my eyes. This is it. I’m ready to ruin my life. Thanks a whole lot, Casey Johnson, for ruining my life. You’re the whole reason I’m here in the first place. You’ll pay, though. You will pay.

My dad’s a drug addict (mostly perscription pills) he’s never hit me, though him and my mother have been violent towards eachother (my moms not a drug addict) It’s getting harder for me to deal with, it’s really hard when he comes home high he usually acts really rude and irratating. I have other problems besides this having to do with worries about my future ect. I have a teacher I plan on talking to about some personal problem but if I tell him about my dad will he be obligated by law to report it?

Im 14 and my mom thinks im bubbly and happy all the time. I fake a smile to keep people happy but I cant do it much longer. I want to be in a hospital or a rehab center. How do i say that?