A boy’s best friend is his mother.
— Psycho
My roommates and I were discussing what movies we should watch while sitting on my; grey, futon, couch that I have had for the past six years. I brought up horror movies as they have always been the moments of joy when my mom was having her good days. All of them told me no mentioning how, “It gives me nightmares” or they “weren’t in the mood.” Which is fine by me but it has become hard to find a new horror movie buddy to watch with.
I am 12 years old, and we finally moved into a house across town from dads. This is fine as we can still drive over and see him along with him having us biweekly. With the new place we have a yard a place to put the computer and a place to watch movies like Saw together. I always sit there commenting on how “I would have,” or “Why would anyone do that.” At this time you’re having good days you are happy to not be in a Women’s Shelter and a vehicle to call your own.
These days are my favourite as we can relate over a movie and not fight over my dad being a good or bad person it is just us and the movies we watch. It is so easy for me to take these moments for granted as I have become so comfortable with you. Mom we are going to stay happy like this from now on, right?
It is interesting how all my friends react to us watching horror movies together. They are always so surprised to hear about it but it is something I have a sense of pride over. I guess we are just different.
Not My Mother's Daughter 
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