Sunday, July 27, 2008
Apparently the night hasn’t sobered my mom. She keeps drinking. Last night I slept on the new couch and I woke up when Weaver called on the phone. Grandma was talking to him and you could hear my mom in the background, yelling. Then she went upstairs and must have passed out because Grandma had turned the phone off but now it’s on and Mom hasn’t called at all. It’s kind of peaceful to know that she won’t call and bug us. But when she was calling she said that she would wash her hands of me and I wouldn’t get any money off her to go to college. I want to go to Grove City because it seems like a good school, so I was kind of nervous that she would completely give me up when she hung up on me. But I’m not worried because she called back a few minutes later trying to convince us to come to Sugar Bowl and she said if we didn’t she would call the cops because I was her daughter and she should get to see me once a week. No one ever said that. But I’m still asking the rhetorical question, the question that never gets answered…”Why???”
