I Need Advice
I need advice. Im living at my moms for the last week bc i got kicked out of my dads all bc they dont like the guy im seeing. (hes 25, im 19, turning 20 next week. hes what youd call a cholo, and is an ex gang member.) holy kadoodle, she’s so helicopter parent! like, i get why theyre concerned, but hes never hurt me in any way, shape or form. he takes really great care of me if anything. my mom’s the one who really hates him, never stops saying bad things about him and SHES NEVER EVEN MET HIM which makes me really mad.
she’s been extremely picky about things on me. tries to call me out whenever she can.. example being, “oh whend you get that second nose ring? when did you get that tat on your ankle?” knowing well enough ive had them for atleast 2 months.. she even got on my case about the amount of hair on my legs.. “those look freshly shaved. who shaved em? you never do that good of job on shaving your legs.” like wtf mom. and she flipped when she saw i turned off the share my location to my dads phone. like wtf stop! im not a kid!! jesus christ. i feel like im trapped and can’t go anywhere bc shes watching me like a hawk. told me shes gonna send me to church and counseling and shit. sorry mom, but no. i don’t know what to do about this. i sneak off to see him nights i work late. ive been plucking my leg hairs out of frustration
she’s been extremely picky about things on me. tries to call me out whenever she can.. example being, “oh whend you get that second nose ring? when did you get that tat on your ankle?” knowing well enough ive had them for atleast 2 months.. she even got on my case about the amount of hair on my legs.. “those look freshly shaved. who shaved em? you never do that good of job on shaving your legs.” like wtf mom. and she flipped when she saw i turned off the share my location to my dads phone. like wtf stop! im not a kid!! jesus christ. i feel like im trapped and can’t go anywhere bc shes watching me like a hawk. told me shes gonna send me to church and counseling and shit. sorry mom, but no. i don’t know what to do about this. i sneak off to see him nights i work late. ive been plucking my leg hairs out of frustration
22-25, F
