T is for Tension

What's happened since the last time I've written?

Oh dear.


Could it be the realization that my life could be made into one of those Estrogen run, Lifetime movies?

It's true!!

Anyway, more on the subject.

lesssssee....did I tell you that "Bob" (Stepdad) blamed me for the problems in his and mum's marriage?

Or that last night he screamed in my face?

*checks*
Aha I didn't!

so...

One morning--maybe a week or two ago--I was watching TV in the morning. It wasn't yet 8am so I wasn't supposed to be "Up and out". Weeelll...Bob got all "rawr" and stole the remote and I was grounded from the TV. Okay...

The following morning, I apologized to Bob. He said "Well, I forgive you but...it's like what happens when you run over my toes with the car. I forgive you, but my toes are still broken. My mom doesn't want to tell you this but I believe in telling you the truth: you are the cause of the problems in this marriage. you and your mom." What a nice guy that Bob is.

And he's a Marriage, Family, Child therapist too. Fun times.

My thoughts?

It's soooooo not my fault.

I mean, I am not in this marriage and he blames me?! What the heck, dude?

Next on the list....The following two weeks were horrible. He wasn't speaking to me but he still expected me to do stuff around the house. HA HA HA. How am I supposed to know what needs to be done when all I recieve is silence?

Take yesterday for example, he expected me to do stuff around the house by leaving them in places for me to find. How immature is that?! How would you like to wake up and as you go to the restroom notice that the kitchen trash can is in the sink? Why is it there? Mom told me later that it's because he saw my In-And-Out (A west coast fast food place with KILLER shakes and birgers and fries) cup in the trash and apparently the trash was full so he thought I should be the one to take it out. GRAH! *frustrated noise*

So, what did I do all day yesterday?

As Bob didn't ask me to do anything, I...stayed in my room on the computer. XD That made him reeeal happy.

When mom came home I heard him complaining about me through the wall. Finally, I'd had enough. I came out of my room and said (Note: DIDN'T yell) angrily, "If you freakin' have something to say about me, say it to me. Not to mom."

And he was in my face in less than two seconds screaming "SHUT UP AND GET OUT"

Then mom yelled back "DON'T YOU EVER TALK TO MY DAUGHTER LIKE THAT AGAIN"

Afterwards we planned on leaving...we were gonna stay at a family friend's house. Bob wouldn't get out of the house. So we had to leave. The house I've called home for 19 years and (close to) 4 months..jeez. Fair.

So today mom and bob talked.

Bob missed mom.

bob said sorry.

I believe he needs a psych eval.

And a physical.

I don't believe his brain is right...er...that something snapped.

He may be sorry but I am not trusting him at the moment. Nu uh.

Anyway...yeeea. I'm done.

Night, all! Thanks for reading!