ATTN: Don't read this if you really don't feel like listening to a story that took place for a few years, it is long and boring. And don't say I didn't warn ya. Oh and any reference to dates ignore them, I wrote this on Thursday and didn't finish till today. Have Fun :wacko:
So in my first post I mentioned that my 'rents are getting a divorce. Well tomorrow (Friday) my mom is meeting with her lawyer for the first time. I think we are all ready for this to happen and I'll be much better when it's done. But what keeps bothering me is that I keep thinking "I hope he gets the bastard for all he is worth", is it really wrong of me?
I mean he started his games when we lived in Florida after he got laid off. My mom found out and MADE him get a job up north so they could start over, they both wanted it.... or so we thought. My "dad" came up about 6 months before the rest of us, he was SUPPOSED to find a house and get it ready. So here comes July ( a month before my bros and mom come) and my grandma and me arrive at the airport. We get to her new apartment and figure out how "nice" it is up here in Minnesota. So for the rest of my summer vacation I HAVE TO pressure my "dad" to find a house for us. He settles on this house 30 miles from where he works in another, smaller town. Let me tell you, the house is a piece of s**t, after close to two years of working on it, it still has a long way to go and we have no money to work on it. When I say WE I mean ME, I've done all the gutting, cleaning, rebuilding, and electrical in the parts we've redone. The main thing HE did was plumbing in the bathroom, which froze and busted! Okay and then Thanksgiving our first year up here he brings a lady from work that has no family (YEA RIGHT!) and I mean we've never had a problem feeding an extra person.
Flash Forward to XMAS 2004
My "dad" is moping around complaining about everything and when my mom asks whats wrong he goes on and on about how his GIRLFRIEND is all alone on xmas eve. Right there and then is when the shit hits the fan.
Over the next few months my "dad" is in and out of the house, my mom is trying to make things work but he has literally gone crazy. I think my mom realised something was wrong when he dragged her down the driveway - hanging onto his car (which he cares more about than my bro who almost lost control of it). So now we have been hanging in there by a thread and it is really begining to bug me. I mean I really want to leave for uni as fast as I can but I'd feel guilty leaving my mom and bros out here fending for themselves.
Ugh, sorry about the complaining I told you that you didn't have to read it. And I did cut it short, left out parts, etc, etc. sorry if it seems half a$$ed.
Song: Last Resort -Papa Roach