Welp it happened
I’m now 17 years old and my mother kept her word and kicked me out. I thought she wouldn’t do it or maybe I hoped she wouldn’t because I’m her daughter but she hates all her children so I’m not surprised. She let me take a few things like my clothes and toiletries among a few other things. Yet wouldn’t let me take my birth control pills or my medicine for my mental illness not surprised on that because she takes them every time she’s mad at me. I’m not going to call her and beg to go back because I’m too tired of her bull crap. I’m staying with a friend I met online till I turn eighteen. He’s a good guy and is willing to help me get on my feet I’m glad to have a place to stay for a while. I haven’t tried to get in touch with my dad’s side of the family because they want nothing to do with my mother and plus they don’t know that he had children with her plus I don’t want to be the one to tell them that their son is dead. I don’t feel that’s my place because I don’t know these people and I don’t want to get to know them.