This isn't really one specific incident, but it's definitely the worst couple years of my life.
When I was 17 my mom started doing coke with someone who was a friend of mine at the time (she was 17 as well). My mom ended up getting addicted to it and started using it intravenously for two years. She's been sober now for about one year, but before she got clean it was complete hell. I told my dad that she was using drugs, so all of her anger was directed at me during that time. She was extremely emotionally abusive to me. These are just a few things that I would hear on a daily basis: you're the most selfish bitch I've ever met, you're a horrible person, you're a **** (starts with c rhymes with runt), and you're a ****ing piece of ****.
One night she got physical with me. As I was passing by her in the kitchen she grabbed the back of my hair and shoved my head down to the ground and started hitting and scratching me and calling me names, my dad had to come pull her off of me. When I ran to my room she came to my door and started beating it in and screaming horrible things at me. My door still doesn't close right because it's all punched in around the doorknob. I also have a scar on my arm from that night.
She has to stay sober now because when she was using she got arrested for shoplifting televisions that she would trade for drugs, so that's a good thing I guess. Things have calmed down a lot now, but I don't think we will ever have a good relationship again. She's never apologized to me and I don't think she ever will. She says that it's my fault she started using coke because I ruined our relationship when I stopped talking to her as much and started trying to make more friends. I dunno, I think it was normal how I became withdrawn from my parents and actually tried to have a social life, but she's a sick twisted person so she'll believe what she wants to believe. I just hope she knows that it means I'm not going to be there for her when she needs me.
Anway, that's my sob story.