Skeletons in the closet
Tonight was pretty much horrible. Mom and I fought over just about anything you can think of. I have everything in a bag ready to go to dad's because I'm sick of her always having "too much shit on her plate" and not enough time to make me understand so that I might be just little more of how to treat her. The minute she saw me packing the bag she just started balling and got in her bed in a little ball. I was more pissed than sympathetic because I have clearly had enough of the beating around the bush. I've seen my fair share of life's shit like most kids my age, and I know I can handle it. I told her that and she pretty much cracked. This resulted in me holding her while she cried and my anger thrown in a different direction. I pretty much hope my Gramma lives miserably ever after. I cannot stand the woman anymore, she horrible, evil woman who does nothing but hurt anyone who is from her now "former life." Once Peepaw died we became a burden and she always just been the worst thing imaginable to my mom. But I hate to break it to her, I'm very bitter pill to swallow. I have lost much respect for the people I love so dearly in my family that act like they are in high school with the conflicts. Learn to let things go, otherwise you'll kill yourself. Honest to God stress can kill you! Even though I can't bare to be around them I don't want shit like that happening, regardless the way you act I love you more than you could ever know.
Dad, you are everything I thought you were. You hurt me so much, and you are by no means a role model in many ways. But I love you so, so much. I'm glad I learned to not hate you. Loving you is a lot easier, but you too have let me down. You're one of those guys I say I never want get involved with. Daddy a man like you would destroy me, good thing you're my dad. You've taught me a life times lessons by age 5. Most kids would hate you. But I love you all the more, learning the hard way sometimes makes life a little easier later on. I'm glad I'm the one person in this world you give two shits about, I don't know what I'd do without you.
Mom: "We're a normally dysfuntional family."
"Isn't that the sad truth."
Mom: "We all have our skeletons in the closet."
"Mine is full of bones."
Mom: "I hope I'm not a bone."
My stomach hurts just the way it did when all this started. I don't know why I'm not hunched over the toilet praying that I'll puke just to make the feeling go away. It's sad to think that some bones find their way out of the closet, and they often land in my lap whispering their stories. If history repeats itself I'm going to be one messed up individual. I don't think I'm going to let that happen. I'm hoping, praying, begging, that I'm different. I love you, but I couldn't stand to be you. Not for a minute.
If you don't understand this entry, but you truly are worried, please don't fret too much. I'll be okay. And I just might need a few and by a few, I mean thousands of hugs. I need a vacation.
Dad, you are everything I thought you were. You hurt me so much, and you are by no means a role model in many ways. But I love you so, so much. I'm glad I learned to not hate you. Loving you is a lot easier, but you too have let me down. You're one of those guys I say I never want get involved with. Daddy a man like you would destroy me, good thing you're my dad. You've taught me a life times lessons by age 5. Most kids would hate you. But I love you all the more, learning the hard way sometimes makes life a little easier later on. I'm glad I'm the one person in this world you give two shits about, I don't know what I'd do without you.
Mom: "We're a normally dysfuntional family."
"Isn't that the sad truth."
Mom: "We all have our skeletons in the closet."
"Mine is full of bones."
Mom: "I hope I'm not a bone."
My stomach hurts just the way it did when all this started. I don't know why I'm not hunched over the toilet praying that I'll puke just to make the feeling go away. It's sad to think that some bones find their way out of the closet, and they often land in my lap whispering their stories. If history repeats itself I'm going to be one messed up individual. I don't think I'm going to let that happen. I'm hoping, praying, begging, that I'm different. I love you, but I couldn't stand to be you. Not for a minute.
If you don't understand this entry, but you truly are worried, please don't fret too much. I'll be okay. And I just might need a few and by a few, I mean thousands of hugs. I need a vacation.