The Universe is Full of Trickery
So just when I thought things were finally getting better- BAM. Fucking punched in the face.
Life has a tendency to do that.
I shall now explain. My previous journal entries revolved around how I wasn't allowed in school because of payment problems, and how my mom miraculously managed to more or less solve the issue, allowing me to go back. I thought things were finally going to go back to normal, and that I would have to power through to complete the assignments I missed. The latter I did, the former...
My father refused to take me to school. And that's a bit of a problem, considering I live with him. The reason was because he didn't want me to go back to school until he had fully paid. (which wouldn't be until a week or two.) He didn't want it hanging over our heads, didn't want the school bothering us about it. I understood his point, but I didn't really want to miss anymore school. ((I get so unbelievably lonely ;w; ))
My mom called and said no matter what my dad said, I was going to school. So, she arranged for my aunt to pick me up in the morning. And that's pretty much how I went to school. Did that for two days. But when I got home on the first day, I realized that my dad was actually pretty mad.
Here's the thing about my dad: he's an incredibly good guy. Really, he is. But he has a really nasty temper, and is incredibly stubborn. So when he gets pissed, he tends to stay that way for awhile. I just leave him alone and live in my cave-of-a-room. It's the best way to deal with it, in my opinion.
What happened was small, but it still meant something to me. Usually, when he comes home from work, he stops by my room to say hi and ask me how my dad went. I usually ask him the same. But this time, he simply went into his room to change and didn't bother to say anything to me until I said 'Hi'. He replied, and that was the last thing he said to me that night.
I love my father, and that's why being...well...it wasn't really being ignored, but it was just...different, I suppose. Point is, it hurt. But like most of my feelings, I pushed it down and resumed working, figuring that he'd snap out of it eventually.
Next day, Aunt picks me up, normal stuff, etc. After school though, I go with my cousins to my mom's boyfriend's house. We were going to help her babysit his 4 year old daughter. It was fun, and I really love that little girl. ((Sort of makes me wish they'd get married so I can call her my little sister >>)) I like him. He's a really nice guy, and he makes my mom happy. Not to mention his food is amazing, ohmygod, Italians ftw.
We stayed until 11:30, my aunt picked us up and took me home. Dad was watching TV, I stopped and said 'Hi', he responded, went to my room and that was that. It bothered me that he didn't even ask me why I was so late, or what I was doing. I had forgotten to tell him that I would be out with my cousins. ((I was not going to tell him that I was babysitting my mother's boyfriend's daughter. He doesn't even know she has a boyfriend. My parents are... complicated, to say the least.)) But that night actually gave me a little bit of hope. After going to the kitchen to get a snack, he called me over to watch the news about Japan. We talked about it for a bit, and considering I could be in the same room with him and there was no tension that I could sense, I thought he was finally getting over it.
But then I had to mention that I had a party on Saturday. A friend of mine was celebrating her 15th birthday, and I wanted to go. Problem was that I had already agreed to go with him to some family member's quinceñera. A family member who I don't really know, seeing as how when he said her name, I had no idea who he was talking about. ((I am very bad with faces. And names. And people in general.)) I told him that I would rather go to my friend's party because I wanted to support her.
...I'm not sure how to correctly describe his reaction. It was passive, but there was a look on his face that told me he was greatly displeased. I told him that my aunt was going to pick me up, take me to my mom's and I'd change there, etc. I also told him I had a Community service activity that my aunt would also take me too.
I honestly just assumed that because he was refusing to take me to school, it would just be easier to have my aunt drive me around. Maybe I was wrong?... I don't know.
Anyway, the next day he started cleaning like mad. Which is actually what he does as a sort of anger management. I did the usual, went online, talked to friends, etc. It wasn't until later that he dropped the bomb.
He went and told me these things...about how he was not an ATM machine, how he wanted to be respected as my father and that apparently my mom and her family couldn't do that. How he should at least be informed about what I'm doing, where I am, etc. He said that if this was to go on, then it would just be better if I went to stay with my mom or with a friend.
...I...I could only nod. What was I suppose to say?
I told my friends what was going on, and asked madeupmelodies if I could stay with her for awhile. She's pretty much the person I go to when I need somewhere to stay. Ever since my parents first started having problems way back when I was a chibi.
I asked my dad, "Would you really prefer for me to stay with a friend or with mama?"
"Yeah, I already talked with her."
"...Okay."
To summarize what's happened afterwards: packed a bag, stayed at my grandma's with my mom for Sunday and Monday (no internet), and now I'm staying with madeupmelodies .
It bothers me...a bit, that I was essentially, indirectly kicked out of my home.
I'm not really mad at my dad or anything... I guess, if he needs me away to cool down, then it's okay.
But that's what's been going on. Just needed to vent.
And besides, this journal is sort of my way of remembering things. :3