Mamma.
Mom, mom, mom?
My mom is an alcoholic and a drug addict
and she is completely out of control.
I don't take Xanax, drug test me.
I don't take Xanax.
Okay.
I don't take Xanax, I don't take hydrocodone.
When my stepfather passed away,
he left her $239,000.
She blew through that within 11 months.
It was disgusting.
She would spend hundreds of dollars on stupid stuff.
She got a brand new Mustang,
she had wrecked it, bought two Harley's
that she didn't even know how to ride.
She would go on clothing sprees,
buying brand new, really expensive pairs of boots,
she would go purchase a large amount of jewelry.
My mom's spent a lot of money on strangers.
She would buy random guys alcohol at the liquor store.
She would take people on the casino trip,
she would pay for everybody,
she would take us out to restaurants
and it had to be steak and it had to be lobster.
One night we went out to a restaurant
and my mom was just buying shots after shots after shots
to the point where the bill was at $557.
My mother is broke.
She drives drunk and then she comes home
and she brags about how the cop just let her go.
You are highly (beep) up one
to take my daughter out
and about.
Huh excuse me?
I didn't have a vehicle.
She's loud, obnoxious, screaming.
The dog's got to go.
Come get her this weekend Patrick
or I'm gonna put her in the (beep) pound.
She wants to fight.
She just has this look on her face,
like she's ready to (beep) someone up.
One night she was severely intoxicated.
We go to the drive-through, we get home
and she started nagging me and next thing I know
all this food's being knocked out of my hand
and then she flipped over the table
and then everything was a mess.
Whether it's pills, whether it's alcohol,
you choose to take the easy way out.
My mom loves her pills
more than she loves us kids I believe.
I'm completely annoyed, I'm tired of waking up everyday
worrying about my mom.
I hope Dr. Phil tells my mom to grow up.
Well Kayla say's her breaking point
was when her mother actually brandished
a loaded gun during an argument
on Christmas Eve, merry Christmas.
This past Christmas Eve my mom literally
pulled out a loaded gun,
and ended up pointing it at me.
It all started when I was asking her
where the Christmas shopping was.
She got pissed off.
As I was turning to walk away towards my room,
there was a chair being thrown at me.
I was completely shocked.
Then there was a picture being thrown at me,
she just kept provoking me
and provoking me and provoking me.
I was at my whits end.
I was so tired of this fighting constantly, I snapped.
She gets on all fours,
slaps my knee to the side,
bends down, reaches underneath the couch,
pulls out the gun.
I go to stand up, she backs up into the archway,
puts the gun up to her head,
cocks it back and then she puts it back up
then she pointed at me.
I'm literally on video chat watching all of this go on.
I didn't know what was gonna happen next.
I did fear for myself.
I feared for her.
Honestly what was going through my mind was
this is it, this is the way that I see her passing away.
After she pointed the gun at herself and pointed it at me,
she just threw the gun
and then it hit the wall.
I was extremely pissed,
and I'm still pissed right now.
She could've killed my sister.
That was ridiculous.
I'm sorry for that.
I'm not proud of it.
I never thought in my wildest imagination
my mom would go to that extreme, but she did.
Okay a gun was pulled during an argument.
A gun yes.
And you were afraid she was gonna kill herself
more than you were afraid she was gonna kill you.
Right.
Okay, now Kristle you've not spoken to your mother
in three months, right?
Christmas Eve was really the last time
that I did speak with her,
and it was me screaming at the top of my lungs
to put the gun down, what are you doing?
A lot of people are in denial
and they're defensive about things
that are being said.
She pretends to not even have a clue
why you're here.
Right.
It's not that she's
denying the allegations.
She's denying knowing even what the allegations are.
It's like, "I have no idea why we're here.
"They just rode in,
"and so I'm here to figure out what,
"I don't get what the problem is.
"I have no idea why I'm here."
She's always in denial.
She will never admit to any of the wrongs that she does.
Anytime I see my mom in her non-sober state of mind,
I always tell her exactly how I feel.
So it's a shocker to me to know
or to hear her say she doesn't know why she's here.
