That one person that scares you to death

Drill sergeants are fun after week 3 of BCT, I did my BCT in Ft. Knox it was tough. Why you dislike officers? did you know that officers prevent drill sergeants from doing all the evil stuff? They have to go thru 42A (Human resources) to become an officer and learn all the soldiers rights to defend them in case of: evil NCO's/racists/sexual offenders and even UCMJ.

 

off topic: You are a mod now, say waaa ta

 

The bish who caused me to move from another restaurant where I was completing my On the Job Training when I was still studying my first course, Culinary Arts. Needed to change to another restaurant because of that bish. I'm not scared of her. I am scared on what I will do to her, so I rather not see her anymore (which I guess is pretty impossible now unless she goes to Greece).

 

GOD, im scared of him..

 

at times i scare myself......lol

 

my brother feets. expecialy when he spends night under my bed and makes creepy sounds.. *fap fap fap sound*...

 

That one person that scares me to death...

drunk aegis. omg.

 

Mysterious person in white van that allways watches me with binoculars when im in my room alone

 

oh my god :< seems u know him preety well.

 

Signature hahahahaahahahahahahhahahaha bowzz ahahahahahahha

 

now i know what scares me to death... watching bowzz siggy =/

 

oh i've ran into this person quite some time..

but it's not another humanbeing with its own physical body..
it's more like.. a mental image of one individual..
or am i just the image of that one person?~

well, with this unknown i'll say - that one person is myself and i.

 

My mother, and no I'm not being sarcastic.

My mother was a drug addict, she couldn't handle the birth of me so she found relief in drugs. My father is a Vietnam vet and a law-abiding citizen, so he didn't take lightly to her first experiments with drugs (marijuana), so he kicked her out and got a divorce when I was two years old. Sometime later down the road, when I was about 13-14, I had a fight with my father, and my mother had a place of her own (technically it was her husbands at the time, she was a mooch) so she invited me to stay with her until things settled. Well, unbeknownst to me, my mother and step-father were fighting, she contracted hepatitis C from sharing a heroin needle with him which made her upset and angry. So I get to her house and get settled in, the place is a complete dump, it reeks of mold and dirty laundry, and there's only one bedroom. A few weeks later, I find my mother in the bathtub, unable to get out or move in fear she'll vomit and make a mess everywhere because she's going through withdraws, and to see your mother like that is a terrifying sight because you don't know if she's going to live or die, especially since I was so young and didn't know anything about drugs. So another week passes, me and my mothers husband get into a fight which results in my running off for quite some time, this makes my mother really upset and worried, when I come back to the house they're sleeping and I manage to sneak in without waking anyone. It's about 5 in the morning and I hear my mother screaming outside, I get up, put my shirt and shoes on, and run outside to find her husband in his Bronco with a tube connected to the muffler, going up into the driver side window, he had killed himself and I felt like I was to blame. After that night, she's always held his death against me and said it was my fault, and to this day I try my best to avoid her to prevent those haunting memories.

This might have been to serious for you all, but it felt good to share it and get it off of my chest for once, even if it's with complete strangers. Also this is not a sympathy post, I've no intentions for making people feel bad for me, I was just sharing the reason why I'm scared of my mother.

Tl;Dr summary: I'm scared of facing my mother because she's mentally unstable, and is a drug addict.

 

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