Just an update for everyone:
Today I went to my mum's, she invited me over for a swim and supper. When she picked me up everything was fine, we stopped off at the store, bought food and cigarettes.
We were acting just like we used to before we began hating each other.
It was nice.
When I got to the house my little brother and his buddy went straight to the pool, I was not feeling up to swimming just yet, so I sat in the kitchen, had a drink and listened to my iPod.
My mom walked up to me and said "I'm cutting your hair." I'll let you guys know right now that I love my mohawk, there is a good story behind it, and I wouldn't lose it, ever.
I told my mom she wasn't allowed to do that, she can't just ignore my existence for 5 months and then bring me over, to pick my ass about my haircut.
She told me not to talk to her like that, so I ignored her, she started talking about how much of a freak I look like, and how she hates me, etc.
I told her to grow up and to stop being so immature, and so she decided to call my dad to come pick me up because I was being 'disrespectful'.
My dad answered the phone, and my mom says, "Come get him, you piece of fucking shit!" to my dad, so he calls my cellphone, and asks me what the hell is going on. I told him everything and while I am on the phone my mom yells, "Come get him, before I kill him!" I stopped instantly, and began bursting out laughing, my mum had called the Police on me numerous times in the past, and this was a perfect opportunity for me to give her a taste of her own medicine.
I got off of the phone with my dad, kicked the table, and listened to my music, while waiting for my dad.
Clayton, my mum's wife walked in to the kitchen from the back yard, and started bitching at me, saying "Smarten up!", I told him to go tell that to his wife, and he started beaking me, calling me names, etc.
He told me to get the fuck out of his house, so I grabbed my stuff and I left.
I told him when I walked out the door that I could call the cops and I am not afraid to, he said "Good, go ahead." So I did :D
I phoned emergency and the police arrived about 5 minutes later, the officer walked up to me and said, "You're mom freaking out again?" I laughed at that, because they obviously know my mom has some issues or something if they ask if it's happening AGAIN.
He went to the backyard, and talked to my mum, then he talked to me, and then he went to the backyard again, with me, to talk to her. He told her that I said she threatened to kill me, or said she would. And my mom, being the perfect little bitch she is says, "I would NEVER say anything like that! NOOO! If I did I sure didn't MEAN TO!" I laughed and the Officer asked me what was funny, so I looked at my mum and said, "Don't fucking lie to him."
The Officers talked for a bit to each other and to my mom, then my dad came and got me, my dad said to the male Officer that my mom did say it, he could definitely hear her yell it over the phone, the Officers took my side of the story they said, and the whole thing is going on file in case anything happens in the future.
I am so fucking sick of her shit, I gave her a chance to be my friend and parent again, and she fucked that up, so I am officially done with her, I won't talk to her, I won't answer the phone when she calls my house, I refuse to answer any of her text messages, ANYTHING.
On the drive home, my dad got a phone call from her, and she is accusing me of stealing her purse.
My dad asked me if I took it and I said no, he didn't really believe me because I had stolen from her before, so he searched my backpack and found nothing. He made me empty my pockets for some reason too.
He called my mom and said I didn't have it.
I get text messages from my younger brother saying that my mum is forcing him and his friend to look around their area for the purse because she thinks I am hiding it somewhere.
I talked to him about it, and told him I really hadn't seen it.
Then I get messages from my older brother who I have a bad history of violence with, and he had ignored me for about the past 7 months.
He told me to tell him where it was because he knows I took it, and he didn't want me to get in to trouble. I told him that I knew he doesn't give two shits about me, and that I don't know where her purse was.
He replied to me saying I was a fucking freak show, society hates me (good thing too!) and that the family is disgusted with me.
I told him I will always be a better person than he is because he runs around saying he's a nazi, and beating the shit out of the minority and stuff, yet he is the one saying I'm a disgrace to the family, etc.
He kept trying to cut me down but I said I never touched the purse, and his childish insults meant nothing to me, and I know I will always be a better person than he will, and he has a bright future for himself spending life rotting in jail like the rest of his family.
Great night for me guys!