My morning was quiet. Got everyone in the shower, ready for the reunion. Dre' didn't go, a friend of his is moving to Texas tomorrow so I let him go spend the night with a mutual friend (boy slumber party hehe).
So we drop Dre' off and I had Steve drop Courtney and me off at Wal-mart so we could exchange the bra I got her for a larger size (I told her to try it on!). I told Steve we were going in and coming right back out, he said he was going to run and get gas for the van then. There is a gas station right there in the parking lot of Wal-mart and another gas station right next to Wal-mart. We're inside maybe 10 minutes tops, go back outside with a heat index of 105 and wait for 10 minutes. Got a drink. Wait another 10. No Steve. He didn't have his cell phone on him, we'd given it to Dre' in case we needed to reach him.
It was too hot outside, so we kept going inside to cool off, then back outside to watch for him. After 45 minutes my head was throbbing and I was furious. Julie called (mom's life mate) and asked why we weren't at the reunion yet. I told her. I was near tears, stranded at fucking Wally world.
He finally showed up shortly after that call and I went off. He told me he went up to his mom's to borrow a twenty for gas, which was bullshit, he had a twenty on him when he dropped me off, I saw it. I pointed this out. So basically he tried to tell me that he put $35 in the gas tank because all he had left was 5 bucks yet oddly when I looked at it, it was barely at a quarter of a tank.
Fucking lying bastard. I reamed his ass right there in the van. I was hot, frustrated, my head was throbbing from the heat and sun and I was late to my family reunion and being lied to by a drunk. Fuck him.
So on the way down to my dad's, mom calls and asks if I want Steve to leave us in a town on the way there and she'll take us the rest of the way to the reunion. No. Thanks but I think I'd rather deal with the drunk moron than my mother any day. Needless to say, dad already had a heads up about why I was late. See, everyone in my family thought I was just a bitch to Steve, they had no clue what all I had to put up with before I left him. They blamed it all on me. When I let him back into the house all I heard was "Jamie finally came to her senses". Dumb fucks, I actually lost my senses. Now they realize this. Good. Instead of hearing "You screwed up leaving that boy, he was good to you and the kids." I'm hearing "You need to get rid of that boy." No shit, and it only took them 15 years to realize this. :)
The rest of the day was uneventful. My dad looked good, like he felt better. I sat down with Courtney's dad, aka my brother, and told him the gist of my conversation with her, minus that one tidbit that I wanted to pour gasoline all over him and light a match for... But anyway, after we talked I had Courtney come out and all four of us talked; Courtney, her dad, his girlfriend and me. I want peace, I want this girl to be happy and I want her to be secure. If he can't provide it, then at least she knows she has it here.
Not entirely a bad day really. It could have been worse. I could have seen my mother at the reunion. She was already gone by the time I got there :P