Leaving Home

"I'm leaving mom. You cant say anything to make me stay." I told her as she looked at me with teary eyes, "I don't see how you can stay with him. He's not good for you."

My mom got silent then, as she struggled for words, I could see the tears coming down in waterfalls.

"Please don't cry mom, its not like I'm dropping from the face of the earth, I just cant live here anymore." I wasn't going to let her convince me to stay, even though I felt immensely guilty for leaving her here.

"Its not fair mom. I cant keep getting beat up at school and at home. I'm gonna stay with some friends for a while," I tried to make my plan sound better to her, "Then I have some jobs lined up, so I'll be fine."

That didn't have the effect I was hoping for, and I ended spending the rest of the hour explaining to her that I would try to stay in school, but that it was much better if I got a job. It didn't work, but I still left after telling her I loved her and that I would call.