auntie_ray_ray
Nov 27, 2006, 12:29 PM
About 3 years ago my family adopted my three little cousins. Gage will be 6 in January, Frankie will be 5 in April, and Gabe/Baby-G will be 3 in January. My aunt (my moms sister) is addicted to too many drugs to name and her children were taken away by children services. Its been really hard on me and my mom because we are the only ones who take care of the boys. My sister has her own life and hasn't really been here helping and my dad stays late at work or is in his band room. Hes never really been here anyway though. Pretty much its just me and my mom. At first it was really really hard. I was 15 and raising 3 children that weren't mine. I had 1 friend and besides my mom no family. I couldn't talk to my mom about my problems because every time I did she felt like a bad mother and made me feel guilty for bringing it up. I couldn't talk to my best friend because she didn't understand the things I was going through and the advice she gave was immature. She would tell me to run away or rebel. I had to grow up so fast and miss out on a lot. I see all of this as both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I have three beautiful children who look to me as their mother and I know that I have helped to give them the best life I could. A curse because all the responsibilities thrown at me at such a young age and the amount of family problems that we now have. My mom would rather have peace and quite rather than doing what's right. She lets the kids get away with murder. I try to enforce some kind of rules and discipline but they don't listen to me because my mom lets them do as they please. She is always stressed out, very hard headed, never listens to me about other options on how to raise them, and for the most part uses me. Now I know my mom loves me but when a mother tells her child she can't move out because she needs her to babysit (rather than because she would miss me) and doesn't let me get a job because then she wouldn't have someone to help clean, cook and watch the kids... that's just wrong. She doesn't appreciate me or anything I do for her and this dysfunctional family and I'm SO sick of it. My sister was always the one to do as she was told. Always got good grades never did ANYTHING wrong and was favored. Im constantly being compared to her and put down for how I'm can't be just like her. My mom has also had a drinking habit since as far back as I can remember but when the kids came it became worse. If she was a "fun" drunk it wouldn't bother me as much but she's a mean drunk. She takes everything the wrong way and blames everyone for everything. I really think if I was to leave, just pack my bags and go, she would miss me. Maybe she would miss some of the fun times we had but for the most part she would miss what I do for her. I keep the house as clean as I can get it with 3 disobedient boys living there. I take time off school to watch them when their home sick so she doesn't miss work. I cook dinner every single night and do the grocery shopping. Pretty much I feel like her maid. I feel like I have to wait on her hand and foot and I'm so sick of doing this. I don't get to go out with the little bit of friends I do have. My relationship with my boyfriend is almost crap and it all comes down to what she's making me do. I've talked to her time and time again but nothing ever works. She says I have to help this family survive. I have to make sure these boys have a good home. I have to help her and my dads marriage. There was one night that I finally stood up to her and told her that I couldn't take it anymore. I told her just about everything I've said in this post and I made her cry. She told me that I was being unresonable and selfish, that I didn't love her or my family and that she didn't raise me to be this way. What I want to know is how in the hell do I make her change? How can I get her to listen? What do I have to do to make her respect me? I really am scared that when I finally do move out on my own I'll never come back again and I don't want that. Please help this is one problem that has haunted me for the past few years and it won't go away.