My mom was never a good mother. I ran away at 13 to live with my dad. Found out I have a medical condition, a titled uterus (look it up if you’re curious). It never caused me issues so I never paid the news any mind.
Fast forward a few months, I’m 14 now. Home at my dads alone, suddenly I collapse in agonizing pain. I’ll try to describe the pain. My back felt like someone had a hold of my lower spine and was trying to pull it from my body (think Predator), while simultaneously twisting a knife in my stomach. All I could do was crawl my way to my bed and cry. Dad and GF came home to hear me screaming. He asked what was wrong, I tried to act tough. Oh its nothing, just my period. I’ll be fine ECT. GF told him that’s not normal and I needed to go to the hospital. Being the manly man he his, didn’t want to handle lady problems, called my mom to take me.
Main story: Mom shows up pissed but remains outwardly calm until I get in the car and pull away. Instantly starts telling me that I’m probably having a miscarriage. That’s what I get for being a sl*t and getting pregnant at 14. I, between sobbing and screaming in pain, try to explain what the Dr told me. She of course calls me a f**king liar and to shut up. Got to the ER, sign in, her explaining her theory to the nurse. Finish and told to go wait. While in the waiting room she never said a word to me, just glared. Nurse calls me in and tells her to wait until the exam is done. Not happy about this but not willing to argue the nurse she sits.
Exam finishes, she’s called in. Dr explains everything I had tried to and follows up with she’s definitely not pregnant. It’s just a bad month and it will pass it a day or 2. He can give me something for the pain. Mom denied that offer. I was sent home just to wait it out with instructions to take it easy. Get in the car, still crying, no words from her. Very tense. I admit, knowing my mom, that this next sentence was a mistake. But in my delirious state I just wanted my moms comfort, for her not to be mad at me as I did nothing wrong. I said “I told you I wasn’t lying”. Instantly pulls over the car, simply but very angrily says “Get out of my car now”. She left me there to get myself home. No cell, no money, in crippling pain. I managed to walk a few blocks very slowly, the last few I literally (I really wish I was exaggerating) crawled back to my dads. Finally getting home, GF found me and helped me up to my bed. Got me Tylenol, hot water bottle ECT. I told them what my mom did. GF stunned and dad just shakes his dad in disgust at his exes actions.
That was the last time I spoke to or seen my mom in 8 years.