chris makes me so mad
okay, of course it would be him to make me mad again.
so last night, i was sitting in my room reading. chris had daisy outside and he wasn't watching her, so she ran off and did her own thing. he came inside asking where daisy was and i said she's not in here, yet he didn't believe me. so then he goes back outside and tells me to hop on my bike to go find her. since i wanted to find her and i knew that chris wouldn't, i did it. i circled around the whole fucking neighborhood and didn't find her. i came back home, breathless, to see that chris was fucking vacuuming his precious boat out. i mean, what is that? he loses my dog and then vacuums out his boat. so i said i didn't find her and he was like "go and fucking find her!" and i said "it's not my responsibility, you're the one that should have been watching her." he said, "don't mouth off to me and go and fucking find the dog." so i got back on my bike and went to find her. i circled two more blocks and didn't find her, and i got back and apparently she had come home. chris was beating her with a stick!!! i could have killed him. he was screaming at her to get inside, and she wasn't because she was so scared. so i said in a quiet voice "come on daisy, let's go" and she followed right away.
so you'd think this would be the end.
nope.
i made a pizza, and i got up to take it out of the oven and chris took my seat and changed the channel. so i got my pizza and glared at him, and then went in the basement and watched that 70's show. so i was watching, and then he came downstairs and said "nope, we're watching the hockey game." i said, "get outta here, there's 3 other tv's in this house, especially after you stole mine out of my room."
he fucking stayed.
so i went in my room and was soooo pissed. my mom was just like "whatever."
why do my step-parents suck? one's conceited and thinks the world revolves around him and the other is fucking crazy.
so last night, i was sitting in my room reading. chris had daisy outside and he wasn't watching her, so she ran off and did her own thing. he came inside asking where daisy was and i said she's not in here, yet he didn't believe me. so then he goes back outside and tells me to hop on my bike to go find her. since i wanted to find her and i knew that chris wouldn't, i did it. i circled around the whole fucking neighborhood and didn't find her. i came back home, breathless, to see that chris was fucking vacuuming his precious boat out. i mean, what is that? he loses my dog and then vacuums out his boat. so i said i didn't find her and he was like "go and fucking find her!" and i said "it's not my responsibility, you're the one that should have been watching her." he said, "don't mouth off to me and go and fucking find the dog." so i got back on my bike and went to find her. i circled two more blocks and didn't find her, and i got back and apparently she had come home. chris was beating her with a stick!!! i could have killed him. he was screaming at her to get inside, and she wasn't because she was so scared. so i said in a quiet voice "come on daisy, let's go" and she followed right away.
so you'd think this would be the end.
nope.
i made a pizza, and i got up to take it out of the oven and chris took my seat and changed the channel. so i got my pizza and glared at him, and then went in the basement and watched that 70's show. so i was watching, and then he came downstairs and said "nope, we're watching the hockey game." i said, "get outta here, there's 3 other tv's in this house, especially after you stole mine out of my room."
he fucking stayed.
so i went in my room and was soooo pissed. my mom was just like "whatever."
why do my step-parents suck? one's conceited and thinks the world revolves around him and the other is fucking crazy.