I'm skipping over the arguing and the boring stuff. It's not horribly boring and stuff but I'm skipping over it.
The drama.
Bye bye.
Basically those three years consisted of arguing and resolving. I lived with my grandma for 45 days with my northers and dad for my mom to have time to move out.
It was one of the best times I can remember.
I moved into a house with someone new.
My mom's girlfriend.
That's not something I liked
At all.
I mean I support gays and I have gay friends but my mom cheating and hiding about it
That made me mad.
And I lived with her.
At this point I was thinking "shoot me" but it got progressively worse.
Cops.
Arguments.
But the worst one of all.
The argument
Thee.
She (if I ever refer to she I mean my mom's girlfriend) drew the line.
My brother, being a boy, was talking about the color of his bodily fluids at dinner.
Every boy has that stage.
Girls do, too.
But we were eating dinner so it was a rule not to talk about it.
She pushed my brother Carson.
I watched his head bounce off the wall.
Push
Bounce
Push
Bounce
Push
Bounce
Nope. He ran into his room crying.
I could kill her just thinking about it.
I won't say her name.
She pisses me off.
My mom did nothing.
I could've killed her.
BUT MY DUMB ASS COWARD SELF DIDN'T DO ANYTHING EITHER.
I hated continuing to eat dinner and hearing him sniffle int he next room over.
No.
I confronted my mom later that night yelling and screaming and telling her she did nothing.
I cried.
Hard.
She should've stopped her.
My mom has always been taking the wrong side.
Every argument, every battle, she takes her side. The wrong side.
The wrong side.
