People suck ass.
I was way to emotional and upset to post about this last night...
I hate my dad's girlfriend with a fiery passion that could never get any bigger. Most of you know that I generally dislike her (and her big boobs, big hair, botoxed lips and skanky clothes) but it hit a whole new level last night. It's kind of a long story but it ended up with the two of us screaming at each in the middle of the mall last with my dad trying to keep us from making a scene. (He did not succeed.)
At first I was so shocked I just stood there and took it. Then she called me a spoiled brat who didn't deserve anything she got. I told her I'd rather be that then a skanky bitch in teenage clothing. She said I hate myself, her, and people in general. I said yeah, if those people are like her, I sure damn do. Then she said I take no pride in my appearance or my body and I told her that looking nice dosen't always mean hanging your fucking boobs out. I'm the one who likes myself enough where I feel completely secure not wearing makeup most of the time and just wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She's the one who feels the need to dress like a stripper, get expensive facials, botox all over her face, and constant mani/pedis.
The worst part was that after all of it and I ran away crying, my dad chose her over me. I ran straight into the bookstore and it took him a half an hour to come get me. And call me naive, but I really expected him to just take me home and choose me. He didn't. He expected me to go eat dinner with her after everything she said, and he didn't correct her either. Then when I told him no, that I was staying right there, and he could eat with her if he wanted to, I could tell he felt bad (not bad enough) and he pulled out his wallet and offered to buy me some books. There's my father for you, never willing to do the right thing but always willing to try to try and make it better through bribery. I said no and walked out through the back.
And he wonders why I'm moving halfway across the country with my mother. This is why. My mother? Would chose me over anybody in a heartbeat. If the situation last night would have been reversed, she would have slapped her boyfriend, cussed him out, and stormed off to call one of her friends to come get us. In fact, when I called and told her what happened because I needed her to get me a ride home, she said that's what she would have done and was so completely livid that I believe it. The stuff that Alex said... I'm spoiled, yeah I admit it. It's the perk of being an only child and the product of divorce, but I've never been called a brat because I've always been very thankful for what I get. And this may seem ya know, whatever, but I think I deserve everything I get from my dad because of all the shit he put me through in the first fifteen years of my life, and obviously he's still doing it.
I hate him so much right now, but I can't help but blame myself, because I let myself get in that situation. I went with him blindly, no keys, no wallet, nothing but my cell phone (which thank God, I ran back into the house and got right before we leaved just in case). And on top of everything, this just proves why I love my mother. She's quietly warned me about him my whole life but always trusted my judgment because she said she was never there, she hasn't actually interacted with him in years, etc. Last night should have been her biggest I told you so ever, but she didn't say it once. She called one of her friends to pick me up and I climbed through my bedroom window (remember, no keys) and stocked up on green tea and snack foods before they got home so I could lock my door and stay there all night (I did).
Anyway, in closing, I might be moving to Indiana sooner than I thought.
I hate my dad's girlfriend with a fiery passion that could never get any bigger. Most of you know that I generally dislike her (and her big boobs, big hair, botoxed lips and skanky clothes) but it hit a whole new level last night. It's kind of a long story but it ended up with the two of us screaming at each in the middle of the mall last with my dad trying to keep us from making a scene. (He did not succeed.)
At first I was so shocked I just stood there and took it. Then she called me a spoiled brat who didn't deserve anything she got. I told her I'd rather be that then a skanky bitch in teenage clothing. She said I hate myself, her, and people in general. I said yeah, if those people are like her, I sure damn do. Then she said I take no pride in my appearance or my body and I told her that looking nice dosen't always mean hanging your fucking boobs out. I'm the one who likes myself enough where I feel completely secure not wearing makeup most of the time and just wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She's the one who feels the need to dress like a stripper, get expensive facials, botox all over her face, and constant mani/pedis.
The worst part was that after all of it and I ran away crying, my dad chose her over me. I ran straight into the bookstore and it took him a half an hour to come get me. And call me naive, but I really expected him to just take me home and choose me. He didn't. He expected me to go eat dinner with her after everything she said, and he didn't correct her either. Then when I told him no, that I was staying right there, and he could eat with her if he wanted to, I could tell he felt bad (not bad enough) and he pulled out his wallet and offered to buy me some books. There's my father for you, never willing to do the right thing but always willing to try to try and make it better through bribery. I said no and walked out through the back.
And he wonders why I'm moving halfway across the country with my mother. This is why. My mother? Would chose me over anybody in a heartbeat. If the situation last night would have been reversed, she would have slapped her boyfriend, cussed him out, and stormed off to call one of her friends to come get us. In fact, when I called and told her what happened because I needed her to get me a ride home, she said that's what she would have done and was so completely livid that I believe it. The stuff that Alex said... I'm spoiled, yeah I admit it. It's the perk of being an only child and the product of divorce, but I've never been called a brat because I've always been very thankful for what I get. And this may seem ya know, whatever, but I think I deserve everything I get from my dad because of all the shit he put me through in the first fifteen years of my life, and obviously he's still doing it.
I hate him so much right now, but I can't help but blame myself, because I let myself get in that situation. I went with him blindly, no keys, no wallet, nothing but my cell phone (which thank God, I ran back into the house and got right before we leaved just in case). And on top of everything, this just proves why I love my mother. She's quietly warned me about him my whole life but always trusted my judgment because she said she was never there, she hasn't actually interacted with him in years, etc. Last night should have been her biggest I told you so ever, but she didn't say it once. She called one of her friends to pick me up and I climbed through my bedroom window (remember, no keys) and stocked up on green tea and snack foods before they got home so I could lock my door and stay there all night (I did).
Anyway, in closing, I might be moving to Indiana sooner than I thought.