Why does my mother hate me so much. Despise me on many occasions. It’s not like I was a mistake pregnancy of hers. She CHOSE me. She filed the paperwork to adopt a baby because she wanted another child. She told me that she’d had like I think two miscarriages before she turned to adoption. How can someone who chose to adopt me regret it so much?
By this time in my blog I’m in my mid teen years, 15-17 years old. When I was sixteen I was on my high school’s radio station. It took me until my junior year to finally get onto the radio station but before that I was the student assistant for the station manager. I was interested in going to school for communications at that time which is why I was approved to be his student assistant. It was still an educational course for me because of that. I was fifteen when i started there and tried out the first time for the radio station’s after school program. I didn’t get in of course until my second attempt at sixteen years old in my junior year.
I had a lot of fun doing this actually and at the time I really wanted to go into radio. Now, not so much but I’ll leave that for a later post. Anyway, on April 18, 2005 (yes I remember the exact date, and time actually), I got into a bad accident. I did survive but honestly I was freaking lucky. I went about my business at the radio station as usual and actually got to do two shows that evening. Someone didn’t come into the station for their after school show and we had someone from the paper interviewing our station manager and getting pictures of the DJ during their time slot. I got lucky enough to take over that spot and got my picture taken for the Observer. It was really exciting and totally nerve-wracking at the same time. When I got out my dad picked me up as always and everything was going great. I was talking about the upcoming Radio Auction that we were going to be having the following month. We get home and I talk to my mom and tell her the same things while giving her auction information cards to pass out when she got to work (today was a good day with her).
So after I got done talking to them I ran upstairs to get my headphones, cd player and my small backpack. I changed into a pair of pink shorts and I left my light blue radio shirt on then raced back downstairs. The joke with me and my dad when I went out was that I had to take his phone in case I got lost. So I had to take his phone and I put that in my backpack cause I didn’t have pockets. As I was riding I was jamming to the Beach Boys’ song I get around. I wanted to go through my friend, Mariel’s neighborhood but I’d chosen to use the cross walk with a light rather than the cross walk with just a stop sign. I was almost to the end of the street which meant I was about to get back on the sidewalk. The moment I saw his car my body froze up and I literally couldn’t move. I was paralyzed with fear as I braced myself for the impact. I heard and felt him hit me but before I saw anything else, everything went black. The next thing I knew I was on the ground in complete confusion. I couldn’t really see much but my dad said that there were like eight police cars, three firetrucks, and an ambulance. I was taken to the hospital where x-rays showed that I’d only shattered my entire wrist. I know it’s crazy that I said ‘only’ but it’s true. I wasn’t wearing a helmet so of course I did get a helmet lecture. Considering the fracture of my wrist was called high impact I consider myself very lucky.
After that day my mother stopped being nice and worried about me. She started questioning me like a criminal as to why I was at that intersection. Why was I going to that neighborhood. Why this, why that. Literally treating me like a juvenile delinquent. For one thing, I had never been arrested, never smoked, never did drugs, never had sex. In fact at sixteen I was still a virgin. So to this day I can’t see what I did to make her treat me like a juvenile delinquent 85% of the time.
I’m pretty sure before I got into that accident was when my friend Stephanie blurted out that something was going on in my home life. She did this in front of the police officers that worked at our school, and in front of office staff at our school. So of course when my dad took me into the office to explain to them what had happened they kind of looked at me like they were unsure. They didn’t believe the car accident story and first and really I can’t blame them. I was sent over to the school nurse immediately after my dad had left to head off to work and I had to tell her exactly what had happened. Thankfully they didn’t make a big issue about it in front of my dad and let him leave because honestly he’d never hurt or touch a hair on my head. With my mother things DO get better. Please stay tuned for more updates.
For now this is all. I’ll add more to this later. Work starts soon.
– Harley