::I hate being right (the few times that I am)
8:06 p.m. - 2005-06-30
I KNEW that was going to happen. Ugh. I can't stand him sometimes!!
I left and came home early this summer. I had only been there 1 month, 1 week, and 1 day. I was supposed to be there until August 17 but I left the 29th of June.
My step-dad had wanted me to cook dinner and then threw a fit when I asked for help on a few things. Well, excuse ME not not thinking to look under the clothes hamper for the cooking oil. That's the FIRST place I should have checked! Silly me!
Anyways, he went on a rant and ripped into my mom and I. I've NEVER in my life been told before that my reading would get me nowhere! He went on and on about everything!
...He didn't let up and made me feel so...worthless and unimportant.
I don't need that. I'm still trying to pick up what was left of me when I was younger and still living with him and my mom.
I called my dad and left. The whole time I was there the bastard kept telling my mom that I didn't love her that that was why I was leaving.
No mother-fucker it was you! How dare you treat my mother and I like we were crap on the bottom of your shoe!! I refuse put up with it anymore! I'm not the same little girl anymore! But I hope you feel proud of yourself for making a teenager and a disabled woman cry. That makes you a big, strong man. Asshole.
And now he thinks he can bribe me. He said if I sent all the pictures of him back I'll get my manga sent to me. The same manga that cost $52.45 of my own money that I worked hard for!! But I'll play your game. I'm just dissapointed I can't have the pictures for the bonfire. I'm sure they would have made beautiful flames.
The thing I hated most besides hurting my mom was looking in the mirror and seeing myself. I hate being weak and showing it to people. I will be stronger one day and I will prove to myself that I have moved on and that I have become a better person for it.
