I'm Lexi.
16. Auckland, New Zealand.
I love music, tattoos, piercings, basically your average scene kid.

 

It’s 8.30pm on a Wednesday and I am beginning to document every night my Mother comes home drunk in hope that, in a few months, I can convince her that she has a problem.

So, it’s Wednesday, she’s been ignoring my texts all day, also ignored my calls. I ended up having to make my own dinner and all that shit as usual. She called me at approximately 8 asking me “what dyou want?”, I asked her when she planned on coming home etc but I don’t know what her reply was as she was slurring her words.

She just arrived home and called out to me from the hall, I ignored her as I always do when she’s drunk, she then proceeded to walk into the room I’m in and turn the lights and heater off as if I’m not even here. I asked her why she turned off the lights and she replied with “because you just don’t even..” then the rest was unintelligible. I turned around and said “because you’re drunk” and she refused to accept the fact that she was, despite her obvious speech impairment. 

So that makes day #1 and counting.