I think I've told this story before, but at 15, I got grounded for eating a Reese's cup.
Ooooooooh.
My mom's BSC meter might have been slightly lower than that.
I got home from school one day and made myself a snack. It was like some pretzels and some grapes or something. I don't remember the exact food. Later in the afternoon, I mindlessly picked up a Reese's cup and ate it. I didn't even think about. My mom got home and asked me what I had eaten for a snack. I told her I had pretzels and some grapes, completely forgetting that I mindlessly picked up the Reese's. She started screaming at me that I was a lying liar and could never be trusted again.
Grounded for 3 months.
Oh, and when I was grounded, my mother didn't speak to me. She would leave notes for me on a white board on the fridge. But no verbal communication whatsoever.
Post by sparkythelawyer on Jul 25, 2014 13:11:59 GMT -5
I was dull. I didn't drink, smoke, do drugs, fuck, etc. I hung out with the church kids. I yelled at my best friend when she started drinking. I STILL can't pick up the smell of pot, I will be the worst mother of teenagers ever. I used to be the designated driver when my friends just after HS (I was 18, they were in their twenties) would need a beer run because I wasn't drinking or smoking up.
The best I got is that they HATED my senior year boyfriend and tried to force us to split up, and I had none of that. He eventually dumped me for some redhead that put out, lol.
They admitted later they kept expecting me to be the wildchild and the closest they got was an underperforming student with ONE boyfriend they didn't like. They got off easy.
Post by aprilsails on Jul 25, 2014 13:12:03 GMT -5
I'll preface this by saying my parents were highly distracted by my super druggie brother. So I don't think they ever gave a shit about what I did so long as I wasn't bringing the cops home or getting kicked out of school on a regular basis.
They were also divorced, and gave me a car right away at 17 to get around with. As a result, on weekends I was rarely at home since I would just say I was at the other parent's house or a girlfriend's house.
From 15 onwards I worked on weekends and the summer on a Tall Ship and travelled all over the Great Lakes and the Eastern Seaboard. I had many boyfriends who my parents didn't know about, and did a fair quantity of drinking that they also didn't know about. We would go to bars in the States (I was 17) and flash our Ontario licenses and they would let us in. So bizarre.
I told my Mom about all of the boys a few years ago when she was complaining about my sister's first boyfriend. Her jaw hit the floor.
My mom's BSC meter might have been slightly lower than that.
I got home from school one day and made myself a snack. It was like some pretzels and some grapes or something. I don't remember the exact food. Later in the afternoon, I mindlessly picked up a Reese's cup and ate it. I didn't even think about. My mom got home and asked me what I had eaten for a snack. I told her I had pretzels and some grapes, completely forgetting that I mindlessly picked up the Reese's. She started screaming at me that I was a lying liar and could never be trusted again.
Grounded for 3 months.
Oh, and when I was grounded, my mother didn't speak to me. She would leave notes for me on a white board on the fridge. But no verbal communication whatsoever.
She was...nuts.
Yiiiiiikes.
My mom definitely used notes whenever she went through her "I'm angry and not talking to you" phase (the phases were, unlike yours, short lived). I remember how passive aggressive they were. I kind of can't help but laugh when I visit now and I see these notes left around the house for my dad. Poor guy.
I got home from school one day and made myself a snack. It was like some pretzels and some grapes or something. I don't remember the exact food. Later in the afternoon, I mindlessly picked up a Reese's cup and ate it. I didn't even think about. My mom got home and asked me what I had eaten for a snack. I told her I had pretzels and some grapes, completely forgetting that I mindlessly picked up the Reese's. She started screaming at me that I was a lying liar and could never be trusted again.
Grounded for 3 months.
Oh, and when I was grounded, my mother didn't speak to me. She would leave notes for me on a white board on the fridge. But no verbal communication whatsoever.
She was...nuts.
Yiiiiiikes.
My mom definitely used notes whenever she went through her "I'm angry and not talking to you" phase (the phases were, unlike yours, short lived). I remember how passive aggressive they were. I kind of can't help but laugh when I visit now and I see these notes left around the house for my dad. Poor guy.
In college, she would use email lol.
Three years ago, my mom had a life-altering illness and mellowed the fuck out.
Post by RoxMonster on Jul 25, 2014 13:14:04 GMT -5
I'll admit. I was a goody two-shoes who was terrified of getting in trouble. I never even had a detention. The worst I did was talk back to my parents sometimes, and a couple times I was out with friends, I didn't call my mom/pick up my phone (because I left it in the car or didn't hear it) and freaked out my parents so they got pissed.
Looking back, I kind of wish I had been more rebellious because I feel like I never went through that phase in my life and I want to now lol.
wambam, I'm glad she was able to dial it down a bit (although the circumstances weren't great).
Not that I would wish it on anyone, but I thank the Lord Baby Jesus for her spinal fluid leak. Like, seriously, I would've required far more therapy if that continued into my post-college adulthood.
I was super involved in my church, led a regional Christian youth group, founded a Habitat for Humanity chapter at my school, and wanted to, no lies, be a minister when I grew up.
I also lost my virginity at 14, snuck out in the middle of the night to have sex with my bf who lived down the street, and went to PP for the pill at 15.
I'm not a minister, but I did turn out ok (I think)
wambam, wow and I thought my mom was off the charts. My mom decided to go back to school the summer I turned 16 to get her Masters, two hours away. She literally left me with the house keys, $200 (this was to last me two months, thank god i had a job) and a phone number where I could reach her. That was a great summer.
Of course there was no $ for me to get a college education but she got her masters. Oh and all I can say is that I'm lucky to be alive. I never did drugs but I was one wild child.
Once I was 11/12, my parents made me tag along with my sister (5 yrs older) when she went out. They thought this would keep her on a straight path, because who exposes their younger siblings to partying, etc.? Ha! Funny, mom/dad. I often sat on the couch at parties, holding a beer so no one would approach and offer me one, and took in my surroundings. I saw people have sex, drove in the car with people who had been drinking, was groped, and even sat on my sister's boyfriend's lap and drove his family minivan when I was in 7th grade.
Fast forward to my high school years. I had no interest in the craziness of drinking/smoking/drugs, because I had taken in enough by sight alongside my sister. I was friends with everyone, but mostly hung with the nerds and band crowd.
But, innocent little me did long for attention and a male figure in my life. My dad was not an active parent. Sooo I started dating (looking back it was not really "dating") a much older man, and started sleeping with him the summer before high school. I guess I lived a lie my entire senior year, but my parents didn't care enough to keep tabs on me. I was pretty perfect leading up to this, so I I could come/go within reason with few questions. I did lie about overnights with friends, however.
The relationship continued through college. I wish I could erase my memory of it, but also am one with the mindset that where you've been has brought you to where you are now. And I'm in a pretty good place right now. Not sure I would have met DH if it weren't for this past. Sure I have regrets, though, but man, I really wanted that love and attention when I started hooking up with this guy.
Post by mrsjuleshs on Jul 25, 2014 13:23:48 GMT -5
I was pretty horrible despite having good grades, being very involved in school, and working starting when I was 15. This is why I DREAD the next few years with having a teenaged daughter. My dad died when I was 16, after being uprooted to a different state at 13, and my mom sorta checked out on us. I still got through school but did end up knocked up at 19. She's pulled a few minor things but luckily she seems to be a MUCH better kid than I was, especially at her age.
Post by underwaterrhymes on Jul 25, 2014 13:30:34 GMT -5
I never snuck out. I was a goody goody to begin with and also a dork so my friends were also dorks.
Plus, my mom was an alcoholic and I was in hardcore caretaker mode in HS. I needed to be there for her or at least somewhere I could be easily reached back in the days before cell phones.
Wow, that's a downer. I was wild in college! But I lived in my own apartment then, so no sneaking out necessary.
Oh, and PDQ, but I dabbled in various drugs for a while and became pretty hooked on pills and cocaine. I used the uppers as a replacement for the anti-depressants I cold turkey stopped taking. I moved in with my abusive DB exbf when I was 18(!!! Wtf was I thinking), and overdosed during a binge. I was admitted to the hospital, then sent straight into rehab. That's pretty much when I stopped fucking with fate.
I snuck out a few times. Also snuck my bf into my room one night during a sleepover with my friends, but told my mom I let him in the front door when she caught us in there (he came over, we snuck out and drove around with him for awhile, then I climbed back in my window and let everyone in the front door so it wasn't a complete lie). I also told my parents I was staying at a friend's house so that I could attend parties she had there. Drank, but not much. No drugs though.
I never snuck out. I was a good kid and my parents pretty much knew it, so I had a lot of leeway. I didn't drink, smoke, or touch drugs of any sort. I was on the debate team and took all honors/AP courses (except for math). My friends were all on the debate team or in drama club. We weren't exactly the popular kids, lol. I remember lots of Saturday nights spent in someone's family room, eating Taco Bell and watching MST3k. Sometimes we'd go out on the golf course at night and bury the flagsticks in the sand traps. Really dumb stuff like that.
I did have a steady boyfriend though, and we spent plenty of time doing things that would have made my "wait til marriage" Catholic mother faint.
My sister, on the other hand, was a different story. My mom planted a cactus garden underneath her window to try to keep her from sneaking out at night, lol.