Significant learning experience

How stupid am I? Stupid enough to call the police? Doctors prescribing her white powdered antibiotics in a plastic zip lock bag.  For back pain. Can I really believe that? What choice do I have?

I got straight A’s. They said I needed to be in the gifted school and she wants me to believe this shit?

After all I’ve done for her. All I’ve covered up. All I’ve put up with. All the alcohol. All the pot. All the shit that went on and I took care of things and kept my mouth shut but this is too much.  I’m not this stupid and she knows it. She knows it! She pushing me.

And this is when I learned to push back. I learned a lot of things. How to smoke her cigarettes and her pot.  How to drink her alcohol. When she went all SuperMom and tried to set a curfew? Oh no. I learned I didn’t need to come home at all.

After all those years of being the perfect child, seen and not heard. Doing as I was told, no questions asked, no matter what, that coke was a slap in the face.  I learned, although I didn’t realize it then, that I would never be perfect enough.  I would never have the mom I wanted. Only the one I got.

So how stupid was I going to be? Stupid enough to call the police and turn her in? How much more could I take? What could I do really? What would happen to me, either way?

“Its just for my back, this one time. I promise” she says. And I can be stupid for her one more time. One last time, because of course, everything has changed