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I think I am finally at a loss of words…
I understand that he is my parent and I understand that I should respect that but this is like Water& Power or something.
What am I suppose to do if I cannot speak?
What am I supposed to do if I can only look to the floor?
I am getting everything taken from me now that I have my material possessions back. Honestly I am losing my optimism and I remember why weekends were so bad. I though I could do this, I thought it would be cool to see my mommy happy; if only for the fact that I love her and they are good for each other. But everything is being abused. Now that he lives here it seems like what ever I say and do, what ever Max does or says… We are punished. When we don’t pick up we have to pick up everything whether it is ours…
I make myself a sandwich, with the full intentions of making another one and he yells at em and tells me to clean everything up because I am done.
He yells at Max for forgetting things and being an eight-year old little boy?
He is always yelling when mum is not here, and half the time she won’t say word against it until later when there is no point anymore. I want to go somewhere else because this is only going to get worse.
 Teardrops_of_Ivy · Sat Aug 12, 2006 @ 03:10am · 0 Comments |
