As you know, me and my dad got into an argument yesterday.
^lokie flashback^
My dad bought a motorcycle when he knew I wanted a camper. I explained all this before.
Well I called him to explain that I wanted to stay with mum for extra time. He asked why, and I said because I was aggravated with him at the moment and needed time.
Of corse he freaked out and said that I needed to come back to him and that I was using it as an excuse to just stay away from him.
At the end, he told me to just stay at my mums and that he would clean out my room tonight.
^end of lee flashback^
That hurt really bad. Of corse I broke down into tears. I tried not to but I was way past breaking point.
After he acted like that over the phone, and legit kicked me out for wanting to stay at my mums a few extra days because he had hurt me, he texted me.
He said, "be careful not to let the devil speak in your ear and tear this family further apart after God is fixing it for us once again."
I didn't respond. He's the one who freaked when I wanted some time to calm myself down. He knew he would hurt me by buying that piece of crap bike, but he did it anyway and then when I said I didn't like it, he acted like a smart butt.
Which worsened the situation.
He knew he would hurt me but did it anyway. I asked for some time with my mum to calm myself down because of that hurt, and he kicked me out of my own home.
Then he said it was my fault, that I was letting the devil whisper in my ear and split our family further.
Everything is my fault.
Every, single, freakin thing.
I'm the mistake.
I AM a mistake.
