A Change

Me and my mother got into it the other night. I asked her if I could join the YMCA because I figured that it would make me feel better, the endrophines and such. She told me no because I had to come home and work. And I told her if she made me hate it here now, that when she had to let me go that I wouldn't come back. She started crying and told me if thats how I felt after all that she's done for me, then f*** me. So I started crying. So we sit in her room and she tells me that I just broke her heart and that it was her job as a parent to know whats best for me. So I tried to explain to her that Im growing up and I need my space, that she has to let me go. And so I don;'t really know what cam eout of that. She sent me a text the next day saying I hope you have a good day. I told her I loved her. That night she agreed to let me see a therapist as long as I pay the copay. She told me she thought I was only doing it to get the drugs because she thinks that that is their answer for everything. But I told that it was because there was no one here I could confide in, so I wanted to see a professional, someone who is paid to listen. But I think this may be the start of something new. I don't know how it's going to be, but it's changing. Hopefully for the best.