"I hope…

YOUR happy YOU ungrateful little bitch" she finished with a jerking motion that caused her fingernails to leave scratch marks on my face.

Just great like I didn’t have enough wrong with my face already. I had to add this too. She backed away from and saw tears in my eyes. I think she thought they where tears of guilt, but they weren’t. I was crying because I finally realized I didn’t have mother anymore. I didn’t have the person who would hold me when I was little after waking up from a nightmare. I didn’t have the person who would make my cuts and scrapes all better. Most importantly I didn’t have the person who was suppose to love me unconditionally. I may of lost her, but she is truly the one who has lost because she will never know what a great person I am.

I know I am great because of Ashley. She has given confidence and love. She has never asked me to be anything other than myself. Just as I have never asked her to change for me. I am stronger than I was month ago. I believe in myself now. I will not be pushed around anymore. I refuse to be walked over. She comes at me and raises her hand, but before she strikes I yell "NO" as loud as I can while grabbing her wrist.

"You will not lay another finger on me. I’m not a little child you can push around. I’m stronger than you and will not take it anymore." I held strong with a stern look in my eyes

She backed away from me thinking about what I just said. She started to say something else, but I interrupted before she even started

"If don’t want me why did you bring me back here! I could of stayed with Ashley and been happy for once in a long time, but no you had to ruin that for me. DIDN’T YOU!" She flinched, but I continued anyway.

"You haven’t loved me for a very long time. You still blame me for my fathers death. It was not my fault. I did not tell some guy to drive drunk. Get Over it!" I finally decided to let her get a word in.

"You need help! Being gay is sickness. We can cure…" I cut her off again.

"No it isn’t Paula. There is nothing wrong with loving someone. It shouldn’t matter if we are both girls." I refused to call her mother anymore. She wasn’t one to me.

"You need…" cutting her off again. I swear she is like a broken record sometimes.

"Listen to me I am not a fault for any of this. Stan got we he deserved. Only reason you didn’t is because I didn’t want my sisters to go into foster care. So you should be grateful that your not sitting in a cell right now too." I was seething.

I have never been as angry as I was in that moment. I think I want to hit her to make her feel what I felt like, but I am the bigger person.

"Let me get my stuff and walk away right now and you will never see me again deal."

She looked to be thinking over before she replied.

"Whatever. I don’t want to see you again and don’t come crawling to me when that little girlfriend of your breaks up with you. I hope you end up on the streets starving to death. Get out of my house now! Anything in here belongs to me not you, so leave now."

I turned around and opened the front door to my new life. One that did not include my mother anymore. For the first time I felt free. All thanks to Ashley who gave me strength to stand up for my self.