Open Season
I'm not going to college for Fall quarter. My mother doesn't want to give up her dream of owning a daycare so I have to stay home to watch the kids while she finds a job. Of course she doesn't know this yet, but I'm going to write my letter to the school and send it off today, which tells them how I'm not going to be there.
I'd find a second job so I can at least have some income for myself, but she's going to take advantage of my being home, so there's no time for one.
When George came home for his daughter's birthday, he didn't say too much, but he was the same as before except he looked a little saddened. He hugged me, which was an apology for missing my birthday, and him and I pushed each other around like we used to. (play fighting) He joked around and was the same old person. But my mother is still going to take back her car from underneath him, and she is still going to nail him with child support and for the loans he owes her. He owes me money too. And the neighbor. I don't want any part of this anymore. When she goes and does that, I don't want to see what follows. If he stops by the house or something, I don't want to see his face, or the way he moves...it would be too devestating. It may be his fault that I can't attend college, or that I don't own my paycheck anymore, but I don't know. She can't just go take his only means of transportation, and screw him over...even though he's screwed us over.
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