I can imagine how nervous my parents were the closer it was to my birthday, not that I blame them. I did throw hints that I was going to do as I pleased anyway, regardless what they said.
‘It is my life’ – a statement I used towards my father often when he would tell me to slow down on the drinking or go home at a certain time …
Finally the day has arrived, my glorious eighteenth!
Now due to the fact that I had only a handful of friends, a private party would have been depressing. So we all planned to meet out and get drunk! – Which we did.
I left the house that night not giving my mother a time I was coming home, telling her it I will let her know a set curfew time later… (I didn’t).
I remember how foolish I was that evening, not telling either of my parents anything they needed to know and getting a call from my mother, early in the morning threatening me to come home because I had stayed out all night.
On my way home i knew trouble was waiting for me when i arrived, i kept telling myself not to let my parents control me and that i am 18 now, i can do what i want..
~The arguments we had that day got me to realise that I probably won’t be able to do as I please until I leave…