I have finally hit my breaking point. For as long as I can remember I have endured my mother’s abuse, whether it is verbal, emotional, or as seen here physical. I can expect some act of violence on a daily basis, and her beating me is not an usual occurrence, but today something snapped. My mother did this unprovoked, and this time she didn’t stop. Usually it’s bad for a little while and then she’s done, today it went on for what seemed like forever. At a certain point I decided I was going to do something I never do, call the police. You see, my mother is a highly respected and very well known person where I live. She is on the board of ed, worked for CPS for many years, and is close personal friends with people like the local chief of police, director of our local CPS unit, and so on. I always knew that calling wouldn’t go anywhere and just upset her more, but today I had to try. While she was kicking me I found my opportunity, and somehow managed to get away from someone more than twice my size. I ran as fast as I could, knocking things over behind my, trying to find a phone. I dialed and they listened and my mother proceeding to beat me over it, while I screamed for help. For the second time today, I managed to get away from her and ran to my room. I barely had enough time to lock my door, before she starting trying to get it, to the point that she ripped my door off the frame. I decided I was going to stay locked in there, until the police came. The past few months I have been collecting evidence against her, voice recordings, pictures like these, and videos of her violence, so they couldn’t dispute what was going on. But I was dead wrong. 

When the officer finally came up to my room, I attempted to tell him my side of the story, but before I could get a sentence out he silenced me. HE told me that this was my mothers house, and I needed to live by her rules. If I didn’t she had the right to punish me. He also told me to be tankful for her, because he wanted to press assault charges against me. finally, he refused, despite my begging, for him to take me to a shelter for teens. 

I am utterly disgusted by the injustice that occurred today. I pray there is no one else out there who is living in such a situation. I am not sure exactly what I am getting out of writing this, except maybe that it’s just nice to be able to open up about this, when I have had to keep it a secret my whole life. idk. sorry for posting such heavy shit. 

Signal boost the fuck out of this

I think the world would be so much better if there wasn’t fucked up people. Like mind games wouldn’t exist and people wouldn’t have to deal with bullshit .
Like , whoever the person was that started it , to start playing mind games, and experiment with it and be an asshole. I hope they know what they caused.

A good person could be so happy and so damn trustworthy and they think so highly of the person they go out with and someone decides to fuck it up. And make them fall in love and make them bring their hopes up that someone loves em and just makes it crash down. That one person, has that damn effect, and it’s like a damn domino.

So now that good person is now broken. Develops trust issues, insecurities, every fucking thing, and decides to play the same damn game because they think the person they are with is playing also. They think they are playing each other when in some cases they aren’t and it fucks em up.

Girls can’t even keep their legs closed anymore and guys can’t even keep a girl or keep their dick out of a vagina for a while. They decide to play with feelings like it’s some sort of Toy and think it’s funny. If any of this didn’t exist , relationships would be so much easier and all you would have to worry about it whether that person is gonna gain feelings for someone else . They won’t play mind games. They would just tell you straight up. People just suck.