RJH98
January 4th, 2016, 01:40 PM
My parents divorced 6 years ago this month. I'm doing great, thank you.
3 years ago my dad met a women. Let's call her Elis. She has two kids. Twins. A boy and a girl. they're 13 now. Let's call them Vincent and Rosanne.
For a long time we got along very well. Elis had my kind of humor and I liked her a lot. Vincent and I both liked gaming so we had something to do together. I didn't mind Rosanne but she was a bit quiet around me. Don't blame her.
It all kicked off when they moved in with us. I had to trade in my huge room for a 3x2 meter room, but I don't mind. I always wanted a room that was all bed anyway.
I had a cat. Her name is Cat. It doesn't get more cheesy but I had no inspiration at all. Elis doesn't like animals. My dad gave Cat away to the contractor who reconstructed our house. My dad didn't tell me though. I found out in two hours though. I freaked out. Punched a hole in my door and left. I got back pretty quickly though because I felt bad.
When I tried explaining to my dad how I felt about the whole situation all I got to hear was that it was the only option. We had to adjust to there now being 6 people in the house instead of 3 and dumping Cat was one of the consequences. I got over it over time (or so I still tell myself).
That is now 1,5 years ago. In the mean time a lot has happened. I almost left my dad's house for good. Elis was talking crap behind my back and my sister heard it and told me. She said I was a "lazy 17 year old, who just played games all day. I should get a job working in a supermarket, because that is what she did when she was my age".
All the small things that happened over the last 1,5 years show their results today. I am annoyed by everything Vincent does. He has no manners, eats with his mouth open and he is always touching me. He says he wants to hit me in my stomach to see if I feel pain. He is always touching my arms to feel them. Not to long ago I almost broke his arm while playing football and caught myself grinning.
I can't say anything about his behavior because Elis is very protective. When I ask him if he wants to eat with his mouth closed she says that he likes his food better that way so he can eat like that if he wants. I know even his sister is annoyed like hell but she doesn't want to say anything about it.
Today I was home alone with my sister all day. I decided to make some eggs for me and her because we were both hungry. When Elis got home I hadn't cleaned up the kitchen yet because I was still eating and didn't want my eggs to be cold.
Well I got to hear about that at dinner. She was pissed because the house was a terrible mess. We dragged mud through the entire house, I took a piss in the sink, my sister shat in the oven and there was a dead rat in her shoe*. All me and my sisters fault. I know what she was talking about. I did indeed leave a pan on the stove and a knife on the countertop.
I lost it today. I tried keeping everything in for over a year now and I can't do it anymore. Every time I do something I never hear the end of it, but when Vincent does something it's okay. It's just not fair and I can't say anything about it because all I hear is that what I feel isn't true.
I just needed to type this out.
*Contains more sarcasm than the average line said by Matthew Perry on Friends
3 years ago my dad met a women. Let's call her Elis. She has two kids. Twins. A boy and a girl. they're 13 now. Let's call them Vincent and Rosanne.
For a long time we got along very well. Elis had my kind of humor and I liked her a lot. Vincent and I both liked gaming so we had something to do together. I didn't mind Rosanne but she was a bit quiet around me. Don't blame her.
It all kicked off when they moved in with us. I had to trade in my huge room for a 3x2 meter room, but I don't mind. I always wanted a room that was all bed anyway.
I had a cat. Her name is Cat. It doesn't get more cheesy but I had no inspiration at all. Elis doesn't like animals. My dad gave Cat away to the contractor who reconstructed our house. My dad didn't tell me though. I found out in two hours though. I freaked out. Punched a hole in my door and left. I got back pretty quickly though because I felt bad.
When I tried explaining to my dad how I felt about the whole situation all I got to hear was that it was the only option. We had to adjust to there now being 6 people in the house instead of 3 and dumping Cat was one of the consequences. I got over it over time (or so I still tell myself).
That is now 1,5 years ago. In the mean time a lot has happened. I almost left my dad's house for good. Elis was talking crap behind my back and my sister heard it and told me. She said I was a "lazy 17 year old, who just played games all day. I should get a job working in a supermarket, because that is what she did when she was my age".
All the small things that happened over the last 1,5 years show their results today. I am annoyed by everything Vincent does. He has no manners, eats with his mouth open and he is always touching me. He says he wants to hit me in my stomach to see if I feel pain. He is always touching my arms to feel them. Not to long ago I almost broke his arm while playing football and caught myself grinning.
I can't say anything about his behavior because Elis is very protective. When I ask him if he wants to eat with his mouth closed she says that he likes his food better that way so he can eat like that if he wants. I know even his sister is annoyed like hell but she doesn't want to say anything about it.
Today I was home alone with my sister all day. I decided to make some eggs for me and her because we were both hungry. When Elis got home I hadn't cleaned up the kitchen yet because I was still eating and didn't want my eggs to be cold.
Well I got to hear about that at dinner. She was pissed because the house was a terrible mess. We dragged mud through the entire house, I took a piss in the sink, my sister shat in the oven and there was a dead rat in her shoe*. All me and my sisters fault. I know what she was talking about. I did indeed leave a pan on the stove and a knife on the countertop.
I lost it today. I tried keeping everything in for over a year now and I can't do it anymore. Every time I do something I never hear the end of it, but when Vincent does something it's okay. It's just not fair and I can't say anything about it because all I hear is that what I feel isn't true.
I just needed to type this out.
*Contains more sarcasm than the average line said by Matthew Perry on Friends