My Bloody Truth pt. 1

Last Time

This time there's no going back. I've done everything I could to make her happy and it's never enough.

My stepmother, angel who left god a long time ago and decided to join Satan's realm to make my life a living hell. I've done everything I've been asked from her. It's come to the point where I'm not only doing my job, but I'm doing hers. It just never seems to be enough. Of course I didn't expect anything other than this when I noticed she though she was perfect and everything should be done the way she says it should.

Finally it's came to the point where I couldn't pretend it was fine with me anymore. One night while she was upstairs I decided to get my shit together and tell my father I wanted to tell him something. I had been thinking about moving back with my mother until I could figure things out and let them figure their shit out too because if I'm being completely honest and they can admit it to themselves they were expecting way to much from me in a very short span of time.

As I told him this I also decided to mention the oddly violent text my stepmother decided to send me over me leaving a cup which I had used to drink water behind in the sink because I was running late. She had also decided to go off about me folding my pijamas and putting them on a corner of my bed instead of shoving them in a closet.

I had to come clean and stop pretending everything was fine, otherwise instead of having anxiety attacks I'd start having mental breakdowns and shaving my head soon enough.

"Dad, I've been thinking about moving away to my mom's lately"

"Really? Why?"

"I just feel like I'm gonna be a problem once the whole family is together"

Once again, STUPID!! Blaming everything on yourself and never being brave enough to actually tell him how you fell about what's going on.

I guess it's all my fault then. Why? Oh, well thanks for asking. It's all on me because I said it was.

"That's not true."

"I've just been thinking about moving to Florida that's all."

Exactly as a said that my stepmother walks into the kitchen. My father decides to ask what the whole pijama freak out was about. Without even listening to the question she proceeds to just say,

"I don't wanna say anything about it. I'm not gonna worry about her anymore."

"I think you're exaggerating"

"You made me feel really bad today by saying I wasn't her family during a check up"

"I was talking in general term as in blood relation"

"How would you like it if when my daughter was here I'd say that to you?"

"I didn't say it to the nurse I'm talking generally you're not blood related"

"Thank goodness, obviously not"

"It's obvious you don't want to be her family"

"It's not that I don't want to be her family it's that I'm not her family"

"NO, no you don't want to, you simply don't want to be related to her."

And that went on for a while discussing back and forth about how I'm this and I'm that. Once in a while bringing in how my 17 year old stepsister doesn't do shit. My stepmother only managing to respond,

"We're talking about your daughter, don't bring mine into this"

Well trust me, I don't want to be related to you either.