meh why not, its a pretty short story anyway. it's not the first time it's happened though.
So Yesterday was like any other average day for me, I went to school and worked hard in class and fucked around with teachers; basically had a good time.
the time came for me to go home from school, whatever, and when I got home nobody was home-which is not out of the ordinary. so of course I just made myself some chicken breasts and whey protein because I'm trying to gain weight. la di da I'm making food and watching jerry springer, when my mom and brother come in the house screaming at each other for some stupid reason, which is pretty normal. they keep going at it for awhile and at this point I'm just laying on the couch minding my own business, writing a paper for AP lang. at one point they pause for a few seconds, so I say (without even looking up from my paper) "Can you guys please stop arguing? we are gonna have to pull together for this move and this isn't exactly helping".
out of nowhere my mom stands up and bursts out
"IF YOU DON'T LIKE CONTROVERSY, WHY DON'T YOU GO LIVE IN FUCKING UNICORN LAND"
to be honest, I was pretty stunned. I mean my parents have made a few jabs at my homosexuality before, but it still hurts like a bitch. I just went up to my room to continue writing, and listening to music.
a couple hours went past and I just stayed in my room trying to avoid getting into any shit, so I was just working on miscellaneous art projects, listening to music, or whatever I could do to occupy myself. I was just minding my own business when my dad bursts in and starts going on about "How DARE you threaten your mother?!"
I was in shock. I had no fucking idea what he was talking about, yet he kept telling me about how my mother was scared I was going to attack her and that I had "grabbed her".
I tried to explain to him that I had been in my room for the past couple hours but he immediately rebutted that "Why would your mother lie about that?", which in all honesty was an excellent point.
things kept arguing and my mom was screaming and yelling, and they kept telling me shit like "I KNEW the fag would be trouble" and kept telling me to get the fuck out. I just went to my room and grabbed the bag of clothes and shit I keep in my closet just in case, and walked out the front door barefoot (I had a pair of shoes in my bag). I called up a buddy that lives close and he snuck me into his basement so I could sleep there for the night.
that night and all today I got in contact with a buddy of mine from the GoRuck challenge, and he volunteered to let me stay in his guest bedroom, which was recently re done after his and his wifes bedroom (he's 33 I think?). I'm staying here for tonight and tomorrow, and will head home sunday because by then shit will probably have cooled down, and I'll just walk up to my room like nothing happened.
it sounds probably a lot worse than it is, and maybe it is that bad, but I'm ok with it. its just the way shit happens some times, and you have to make it work for you.
the positives of this?
-I'm going to be a lot stronger of a person, and more independent than the average 16 year old.
-I'm blessed to have A family like the GoRuck community to look out for me
-traveling isn't to bad
-nice workout tomorrow with some of the guys!
When I was in 9th Grade I fought the toughest kid in school, and lost badly. I knew I’d lose, he knew I’d lose, the whole school knew I’d lose — But I fought that motherfucker anyway.
That’s about all you really need to know about me.