Save Me From My Alchoholic, Pet-Murdering Mother’s Mistakes

Hi all.

I really, really do hate that I’ve gotten this desperate. I get that I could probably say millions of things, and all of them will be what you’ve heard time, and time, and time again, so I’ll just tell you why I’m in such a rough spot.

My mother is not a very lovely person.

For as long as I can remember, she’s been a severe alcoholic and has wreaked havoc on mine and my family’s life in so many ways.

It’s like if a human being was psychologically incapable of processing they were able to be in the wrong for literally anything. That’s the level of entitled we’re talking. I’m literally not joking when I say one time this woman impulsively adopted a kitten, the kitten ran off into the snow and we couldn’t find her all night, and somehow she managed to blame the kind man who gave her the cat because they “lied about the cat not being a stray”.

She had beaten me almost every single day up until I was around nine and denies having ever done it. She impulsively would buy my brother and me pets growing up and neglected my beloved bearded dragon to death and blamed it on me (I was sixteen). If CPS would ever be called, she’d blow up at me, take away all my devices and intentionally trash-talk me in-front of my family and do something fun without me so she could brag about it to the rest of my family.

She quite literally told my brother “[he] just makes everything worse” one time because I made the mistake of opening up to a school counsellor.

CPS did absolutely nothing, by the way. Told me to “be more grateful” and “help around the house more”. Told me to use the tiny kitchen that people constantly went into when I vented about having literally nowhere in the house to myself (my mother; brother and I shared a room that my brother got angry whenever I was in, and there was four other people in the house) to the point of being yelled at to shut up by my family and directly told that they would eavesdrop on my conversations for fun and trash-talk me to their friends about it.

She drank two cases of alcohol every single day and always told me that “this would be the last time” (it never was). She never paid rent while at our aunt’s house and was entitled enough to claim my aunt punched her after she drunkenly assaulted her and got us evicted. I spent the night at my friend’s house, having had to walk to the local playground, a garbage bag of all my belongings in-hand, assuming that that would be the last time I ever went into that house.

And when I had gone upstairs to get my medication, my mother was crying about my aunt “assaulting” her. I literally watched what happened and she still felt like she could manipulate me into believing whatever she wanted me to believe.

We ended up moving to a small apartment, Fairfield (it’s on Long Island) and she continued to not pay rent whatsoever, not go to work and spend all her money on alcohol. Naturally, we’re getting evicted there, too, and we have no-place to go, and like heck I’m helping her out of the grave she dug for all three of us.

I own next-to-zero of any of my documents due to her extreme negligence. I’m trying so, so hard to get out of here but she keeps finding ways to grip me to her; ironic, considering she loves telling me how much I ruined her life all of the time.

I’m currently applying literally everywhere to find a job. The plan is to get to Michigan to live with a friend; thankfully, I have a way to get there, but for now I need loads of money.

Your help is deeply, deeply, deeply, deeply appreciated. Please help me claw my way out of this grave. Please.