My mom gets mad at me all the time. If I forget to do one little thing (like putting a glass in the dishwasher) she will get mad. She'll start yelling about how I'm useless and that she has to do everything. If she gets mad at my sister, she'll take it out on her for a while. However, since my sister is almost 25 years old, there is only so much that my mom can do to her. Because of this, she will then turn around and take her anger out on me.

In the past, she has "pretended" to choke me while saying "I can finish you. Remember who you're speaking to." and threatened to kick me out of the house.

This morning, I woke up in a fairly good mood, since I had finally slept all through the night, after about 2 months of waking up 1-5 times during the night. Not to mention I was happy because my mouth has finally stopped hurting from the braces I had put on on Monday. Anyway, I walked into the kitchen and cheerfully said "Good morning!" to my mom. Her response was "Yeah. Whatever." When I asked her to repeat herself, she said "Morning." Assuming she just hadn't had a good night's sleep and wanted to be left alone, I sat down and ate my breakfast in silence. When I was finished, I put my plate in the dishwasher and left the room to finish my homework. After showering, my mom came in and asked me if I would please go outside and pull the plants out of the plant pots for the winter when I was finished what I was doing. I told her that I had lots of homework to do and that it might have to wait a while, at which point she got angry and said "Well, you'd better do it before it starts raining or you'll be doing it in the rain (It didn't rain at all). I decided that I would have a shower at this time, since my hair was rather gross. After blow drying my hair, I went back to my science homework. When I was done, I figured that I may as well get the yardwork out of the way, and went to go do it. I grabbed my jacket and shoes and went outside. My mother followed me into the backyard, and while I was looking for a trowel, she said "I can tell you don't like me very much. But that's okay, because I don't like you very much either. I suggest that we try to get along as best as we can, though, because we still have two more years until you're gone." I was stunned into complete and total silence, found the trowel, and got to work. Later, while my mom was outside and I was inside getting a drink, my sister walked into the kitchen and asked what I was doing. I told her, and also told her what our mom had said about not liking me very much. She was rather appalled when she heard this, and said that that is a completely unacceptable thing for a parent to say to her child, which I agree with. At this point, she told me that when she was a little older than I am now, when she had gotten suspended, our mother called her a wh**e. When my sister announced that she was going out and went to her bedroom to get her jacket, our mother followed her there, and as my sister was coming back out of her room, pinned her up against the wall. My sister then lifted up her knee to put some distance between them, and my mom said that she had been trying to knee her, so she threw my sister to the ground, sat on her, grabbed two handfuls of hair, and slammed her face into the floor. My sister had a bruise across her face from where it hit the floor, and two handfuls of hair in a plastic ziploc bag. She also said that our mother had called CFS on herself, and was told that "You are allowed to use reasonable force to make your children behave." I really don't think that this is "reasonable force" and my sister says that she thinks she should have involved CFS when it happened.

Since I am only about 15 and a half, and my sister was 16 when this happened, I'm kind of scared that my mom will resort to this type of behavior with me. I do know that my English teacher, boyfriend, and best friend (at least) would question if I had a bruise on my face, but I don't want to let it get that far. And I do know that involving CFS again (I did last year, when she "pretended" to choke me) would just make things worse. She's already treating me like a leper, and telling me that she doesn't like me.

What should I do? I'm considering telling my English teacher about this first thing Monday morning, but I'm not completely sure that it is in my best interests. If I don't tell my English teacher on Monday, should I tell my Guidance Counselor during our appointment on Wednesday? Like I said, I don't want CFS involved again. Any ideas would be greatly appreciated!

-My Heart Will Not Go On

PS. When my sister told my boyfriend what I told her, he said he didn't even know what to say.
Also, after they get married (which will be this summer) she said she might petition to bring me down to live in the USA with them and get me "out of this he**-hole" (her words).
And just in case this helps, I do have a cutting problem. Only a few of my closest friends, my English teacher, and Guidance Counselor know.

If anything is not clear, just let me know.