The Only Exception.

Decisions Decisions

My mother was taken me shopping today for clothes. Basically since I'm going to be "attending classes" for being a lawyer she wanted me to look professional. I wasn't in it. She just tossed me clothes that she thought were good for a professional look. But honestly the clothes were hideous and once I got home I threw them into a use again bin. If I don't like them them someone else might like them. Sure it was a waste of money, but this whole law school thing is a waste of my time. It's time to commit. No more being forced to do stuff for my future. My future depends on music. And it's to make the decision that's defiantly going to change my life. So I met up with Axel for lunch to have a full on discussion about this. It went well I have to be honest he was thrilled to have me in the band. I was to this is what I wanted. And this is how I'm going to change. And starts with my style. Callie and I went shopping for clothes that was my style. Instead of what my mother thinks I should wear. Ripped jeans and t-shirts were so me. I also threw some bomber jackets in there for some spice, and over sized sweaters. I also got into some cool graphic shirts. Callie and I found a good apartment that we can live in. It looked great, it was a safe neighbourhood, the rent was cheap for something good, everything was in good condition. So we bought it and started to furnish it. Add in some cool eye-catching antiques. Everything was tied in together with a splash of color. We did have to redo a few things but at the end of working on a new home we finally got everything situated together. And it came out great. We started band rehearsals. And I started to feel it. Everything seemed so right but yet so wrong. I wasn't prepared enough to confront my parents. It was just to intense for me to just fully commit to it. Sure they can just screw themselves like Callie said. But at the end of the day they are my parents. And they gave me life. So it was hard. But eventually I finally got the courage to confront them. It was the day after rehearsals. I came home to get the rest of my stuff from my room. But it was also the day that my life will change. I approached my parents. It felt so intense at the moment that it was hard to speak. "Mother, father, there is something I you should know. But you're not going to be happy about. But you know what this is what I want to do in my life so, I wouldn't even care for what your response is going to be." my mother stood in front of me and crossed her arms with a very stern look. "I joined a band." I said told them with full confidence. "What? How dare you Katherine!" my mother hollered at me. "This is what I wanted. This is my dream job and it's coming life." I explained to my parents. "What about law school?" my mother asked me. "I dropped out." my mother gasped dramatically while father stands there listening to our discussion. "All of that money wasted down the drain and your clothes now I have to return them." I shoot my mom a cunning grin across my face. "I donated them and my regular clothes as well." I explained to her. "Are you serious? How dare you Katherine! You're a waste of time, thank god you're adopted." she said to me in my face. My father's jaw drops. "Wait I'm adopted! What are you talking about!?" I said to her. "Your freaking adopted. I bought you from a foster home. That's right you're not my real child!" she to me in a cocky tone. My heart dropped to my stomach. All of these years...everything was just a...lie." tears filled my eyes and I wanted cry but not like this. Not in front of my selfish mother. "You know what, thank god I didn't come from you. Because I would end up being a selfish cruel human being."  I told her. My I don't even know to even call her mother. Went through her file cabinet and through my birth document at my face. "There real information about you enjoy." she slams the file cabinet shit. And walks away. My eyes filled up with tears. I didn't have the guts to just look at them. Dropped them took the last of my stuff and ran out. Before I ran out my sister rushes downstairs and screams. "Wow what a good mother you are mom. Way to be supportive. Then she ran after me. That night was rough. I lied in bed just rethinking life. Rethinking everything. My night was long but full of sadness I've never felt so emotionally abused by someone. Yet I still had so many questions. Like where's my birth parents. Where are they and why did they give me up. So many thoughts were just flooding my brain. It was too much to take in. I have to say after this. I'm going to need to do some research...