Well everything went down hill. I was out with some friends and got a phone call from her phone. When i answered the phone it wasn 't her. It was a paramedic asking if i would meet my mom at the hospital. I didn 't ask why I just got there as fast as I could. I waited about two hours before I could go back and see her. When i finally got back there i asked her what happen. She told me she has a stroke but she was going to be okay. After sitting there with her she fell asleep then the doctor asked to talk to me. I walked out into the hallway and he asked if she has had a history of this kind of thing. I told him no not that i am aware of. He contuined to tell me that they are sending her to a phyc ward. At that point i was confused. I asked why would you do that for a stroke? He looked at me like i was crazy. He said your mom over doesed on medication and tryied to commit suicide she didnt have a stroke. I didn 't tell him about her history of depression. Even though she has attepmed suiced in the past i didnt mention that either. I didnt want my mom to go away. After a few hours of being in the Emergence Room they let her go. The next morning i asked her why she did what she did. She said its becuse she cant live without me. So I stayed with her again by herside. Trapped in the house and cut off from …show more content…
I told myself i wasnt going to fall for my mom 's trap again and use it to go home to her. If i was going to go home it was going to be for myself. For the first week we fought none stop. She tryied to say i didnt love her and that i left her to die alone. Which tore me apart but i knew she didnt mean it. She was just hurt, confused why i left, and wanted me home. I didnt give in to her words. "25 to Life" played over in my head constantly. She pulled the suiciced card on me numerous amounts of time. I cried every night i just never showed anyone. I needed to be strong and end the cycle that was created. I was thinking about just giving in to her just to make her happy and go back. Instead i took my last few hundred dollars for my ticket home and bought a motorcycle. Just so i couldn 't go back any time soon. After all my money was gone i had to get a job to live. which made me stay. Now she knew i wasnt coming home anytime soon. After a month and a half our relationship began to grow. She started to relize if she wanted a relationship with me it had to be civil and she couldnt talk to me the way she use to. We became closer then we ever were before. My choice of moving away from her was rough for us both. It was emotional but it worked. She started a new life and lets me live mine. She is a much happier personand i am as well. Her health is much better then before i left her. She learn to let me