Fuckin' A
I really fucking hate when people sit there and pry my past out of me. Although it helps get rid of the hatred I still have for certain people for some reasons. I'm going to vent about shit that is like 4 years old... here goes.
It all started with one simple word. Divorce. Yeah, it ruins families, but obviously no one cared about that. Especially my mom. She went out not even a week after the divorce wsa final and started dating. Yeah, whatever I didn't care about that. I cared that she was actually considering marrying the biggest dickheads that walked the earth, not more than a month after knowing them.
If she wasn't out on dates she was "working." So she was ALWAYS gone, not paying bills, leaving us with no food, and all that fun shit. Well, on top of that my brother was in night school and my sister couldn't have possibly cared less about me at the time and was constantly at her friend's house. So I was about 10 or 11 years old, sitting at home alone all the time with a family that didn't give a fuck.
Then my mom finally got sick of me. She kicked me out and MADE me move in with my father, which I do prefer but still, Mom's dont do that. Anyway, she found her so called "soulmate." So for a year or so when I lived with my dad my mom pretty much didn't have anything to do with me for a year and a half as she established her new family. I probably saw her 3 times in that whole time period.
Well, yeah that's just the tip of the iceberg. I hate it. To this day my mom cares about her "perfect husband" and step daughter more than any of her real kids. Sorry to waste your time with my old angst bullshit.
It all started with one simple word. Divorce. Yeah, it ruins families, but obviously no one cared about that. Especially my mom. She went out not even a week after the divorce wsa final and started dating. Yeah, whatever I didn't care about that. I cared that she was actually considering marrying the biggest dickheads that walked the earth, not more than a month after knowing them.
If she wasn't out on dates she was "working." So she was ALWAYS gone, not paying bills, leaving us with no food, and all that fun shit. Well, on top of that my brother was in night school and my sister couldn't have possibly cared less about me at the time and was constantly at her friend's house. So I was about 10 or 11 years old, sitting at home alone all the time with a family that didn't give a fuck.
Then my mom finally got sick of me. She kicked me out and MADE me move in with my father, which I do prefer but still, Mom's dont do that. Anyway, she found her so called "soulmate." So for a year or so when I lived with my dad my mom pretty much didn't have anything to do with me for a year and a half as she established her new family. I probably saw her 3 times in that whole time period.
Well, yeah that's just the tip of the iceberg. I hate it. To this day my mom cares about her "perfect husband" and step daughter more than any of her real kids. Sorry to waste your time with my old angst bullshit.