finally some time
Well another fun filled weekend has passed. Yeah. . .
Friday night was great. Alli, Eric, Geoff and I all went out to the bowling alley. I suck as bowling, but it was so much fun to just act all crazy and spend "quality" time with Geoff. We played two games and even though I don’t remember the scores the night itself I won’t forget for a long time to come.
Sounds pretty good so far huh? Well wait.
On Saturday it was shitty weather out. I rained all day for the most part. Geoff decided that it was the perfect time to go out and buy blank CD’s for my new CD burner. We drove to Depford which is about half an hour drive in the rain. It was fun though. Geoff was driving and we were joking around and laughing about everything. We decided to go to Don Pablo’s for lunch which was great. We talked the whole time. It was nice. On our way home we decided to stop at Game Stop and buy some games. Geoff bought me one my fav game Champions of Norrath (this game in no way shape or form beats Bloodrayne or Bloodrayne 2) and we went back to my house. We played the game for about 7 hours. We skipped dinner and decided to just go to bed.
Still sounds ok right?
Well here is where shit hits the fan.
Sunday morning. . .
I take a shower and when I finish I get dressed and get ready for Geoff to come over. He woke up around 4:30am and went home the night before. I call Geoff and let him know that I am showered and dressed and tell him that its cool for him to come over. While I am getting all my stuff from the bathroom my mum walks in and shuts the door. I know what this means. . . my asshole of a father has bitched, moaned or complained about something new that I did. So then she goes on to tell me that my shithead father sat in his van all night until Geoff went home. Wait a min. . . WHAT!? I am being totally serious. He in the van, in the cold until 4:30am. What a f*cking waste of space. Why on earth would he do that you ask? I have no clue. Please keep in mind that my excuse of a father never gave me a time for him to go home just that he couldn’t sleep over. So then he sends my mum into my room to tell me that Geoff has to go home at 2am. My 18 yr old sister gets to stay out til 1am, but my 21 yr old bf has to leave at 2. Okay wtfe. . . I figured just keep my mouth shut and go about my business. I take the dishes from my room to the kitchen where my father is fighting with my mum. When he sees me he says that I can go ahead and get mad or w/e. I hadn’t even said anything to him, so I told him that I said nothing and all I wanted to do was leave the dishes and go back to my room. But of course he has shit to say and goes on and on about how I don’t respect him and why didn’t I just ask if Geoff could stay that late.
Well let me think of some reasons why 1) I am 21 and so is Geoff 2) he never gave me a time for Geoff to go home 3) it is almost impossible for me to talk to him without him getting mad and starting more shit then was already going 4) he never listens to anything I say and just keeps his narrow mind focused on his point of view so why talk to him. And then come the word that I knew he was just dying to say RESPECT. Why should he talk to me or treat me nicely if I don’t respect him. I don’t know why everything has to come down to that. Of course I don’t respect him. . . he told me he was going to kill me, he tried to strangle me on more then one occasion, he told me he was going to punch Geoff in the face for no reason other then to make me made, he has left so many bruises on me I lost count about 7 years ago. Why in hell would I have any respect for him.
But I don’t tell him any of that I just say that I don’t know why he doesn’t like me and treats me different then all the rest of his kids. So he says if I feel that way then I have 30 days to get the hell out of the house. So I tell him fine. . . it just goes to prove my point that he doesn’t like me since he let my asshole of a half brother Robbie stay at our house with his gf, even though he has been to jail I don’t know how many times, even though he asked me if he could hide a gun in my dresser, and that he said he wanted to beat my ass for the way I act, but Robbie can stay here, but he is going to kick me out. The only daughter that he has besides my sisters that didn’t get pregnant at 18 and drop out of school, even though I go to school, but hey kick my ass to the curb its fine. That shut him up real good.
So now I don’t have to leave in 30 days, but hey another weekend is coming so things could change. Sometimes I hate my life. . . living here just makes me feel like shit all the time, like why do I bother to get up in the morning since my own father would rather the jailbird stay here. Why should I even try to make it if no one really cares in my house. Everyone is always on me about something. . . something I didn’t do or something I didn’t do enough or something I did wrong. I am so tired of working my ass off for nothing because someone. . . everyone always finds something wrong that I do.