So, my mother and I are in a bit of a finacial pickle, though itapos;s not our fault (really). Iapos;ve applied to nearly every place in town for a job except fast food places and the Dollar Store these passed few months, and no oneapos;s hiring. Today, we were coming back from the bank (I opened up a savings account with my birthday money). Mom said that when I get home, I needed to call so-and-so and ask them if they needed a baby sitter. Normally, I wouldnapos;t have minded. However, when Mom has just spent the last ten minutes bitching at me, I donapos;t feel very socialble. When we get home, she demands that I talk to so-and-so and then walk across the street to the neighbors to see if they need a baby sitter, too. I say no, not tonight, Iapos;m too stressed now. It goes downhill from there. So, at this point my mother is screaming at me that I have to do whatever the fuck she says because sheapos;s the mother and that itapos;s her house I live it. I ask her to stop screaming at me so I can calm down and make the call (I really just want her to shut up). She refuses and says that I need to dry it up or sheapos;ll give me something to cry about. Sheapos;s screaming at me to dial the number that exact minute, and I canapos;t talk to someone on the damn phone when Iapos;m bawling my eyes out. I ask her repeatedly to stop yelling. She goes upstairs, gets her leather belt, and proceeds to beat me across the lower back with it. I say something like, "Just give me a second to calm down." She asks if I want my face hit next.
That was my breaking point. I say, "How long do you think the bruise will last?" So, she flies at me and punches me in the mouth. Instantly, my eyes dry up and I look at her straight in the face. She proceeds to lecture me again and adds, "Do I make myself clear?"
I say, "Crystal." She tells me to get out of the house.
I go over to the neighborapos;s house like she asked me to, because the woman that lives there is also a cop. The cars are there and the tvapos;s on, but no one ever answers the door.
When I come back home, she acts like it never happened. My friends are telling me to leave, but if I do itapos;ll just make it worse.
Can I charge her with assault?
I canapos;t stop crying because Iapos;ve just realized that I canapos;t trust my mother anymore.
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