Oh My Goddes…

[saitaina]

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

Alright, not that I can think straight, here’s the stich:

Day before yesterday, as some may know from reading, mum was down and went to see her therepist.  Sait therepist got concerned and called the sheriffs for a welfare check.  Mum refused to come home, so I got to deal with nice Officer M (I have no idea on the rest of his name).  Nice Officer M was re-assured by what I told him (Mums’ depressed because of family shit, she wasn’t sucidal, just really down, so on and so forth), he left.

Mum came home, everthing’s fine except for the family drama (Grandmere’s responsible of course), and some issues between us we’re working on.

Last night, THREE officers come to the door at 9pm…well more like they scare the fuck out of me by pounding on my window (thanks jackass).  I tell them nice Officer M was there, they were rude, but changed tactics when I started talking and explaining things.

Now, Mum had told me the night before last that she was NOT going to the hopsital and they would have to shoot her to get her out of the house.  I told her she was being an idiot and to go to bed.

…well, the nice officers of course have to speak with the person they’re supposed to be getting a check on, but at this time they’re pretty much just going to talk and go away.  I have their assurances she’s nto going anywhere.  I try to get mum to come to the door but nope, she’s still being an idiot.

I allow them in to talk to her via the door and she starts talking aobut how she had a knife and they’re going to have to shoot her and all this bs.

I burst into tears when the officer with the flipping huge riffle (later foudn out this was either the tazer or the bean bag gun) gets into a position to better fire it (umm, how he was going to fire it from my bedroom and around the corner to where mum was is mysterios to me but you knever know).  I honestly cannot BELIVE my mother did that with me there.

Lots of talking I’m not there for because I’m outside crying, and they take mum into ‘custody’ (since she wasn’t arrested I have no idea on the proper words…she did have shiny handcuffs on though).

I had the knife returned to me after they photographed it…big freaking huge DULL as shit kitchen knife that she got sometime when I wasn’t paying attention.

So now I look like a liar because I said she had no weapons *headdesk*

Honestly, it’s all a giant mis-understanding, snoballed because my mother’s a nimrod who doesn’t realize A. I actually do have to be nice to the men with guns and not slam the door in their face and B. You dont’ threaten said men with big guns with a giant (and dull) knife.

Also you don’t do this with your daughter in the house, afraid she is actually going to watch you die because you’re taunting the men with guns!  Next time they might actually do it and might use lethal force!

I’m wiating for her to call me to bring her clothes.