Your mom said what?!

A mother walks up her stairs and goes to her teenage sons room.

Mom: I wasn't going to have this conversation... ever. But I have decided if I don't I will never be able to move on. So I need to do this.

Her son looks at her funny..

Son: Okay?
Mom: Meet me in the kitchen in like five-ish minutes, okay?

He squints his eyes..

Son: Okay?

Five minutes goes by and he slowly goes down stairs into the kitchen to find his mother there smoking a cigarette. He looks at her funny, 'when did she start smoking?' He asked himself then sat down.

Mom: I'm just going to do this as quick as I can. But still hopefully you can see that.. well, you know what.. I am just going to say it.

He sat still; confused.

Mom: When I got the news I was pregnant I was horrified. I didn't want it. I didn't want you. Your father was a bastard and left once I told him. I hated you. I hated the thought of having a kid to raise I didn't even want to raise myself. I was sixteen.

'Okay, this has to get better.' He thought to himself. 'Right?'

Mom: After talking to my mom about giving you to her after you were born I decided to go ahead and have you. Then of course my mom died. Thanks for nothing woman!!!

'Please get better', he thought to himself.

Mom: Any way, to make a long story short. I had you, even after I attempted to get rid of you. Many different ways, I might add. I had you, raised you. And now you're old enough to do whatever.

He sat frozen. She puts out her cigarette.

Mom: Drop out of school. Get a job. Get married. Have kids. Whatever. I don't care anymore. Sixteen is an adult in a lot of places.

She shrugs.

Mom: Because I'm done.

She gets up and grabs a bag. Looks back at him.

Mom: I'm going to Arizona. Don't bother coming after me.

She nods her head, opens the door and leaves. He is completely stunned. So stunned that he cannot move.

'What now?', he thinks.





What age does a kid have to be before it's appropriate to leave them to take care of themselves?