I swear, you have no respect for anyone. Don’t you ever come in and change the friggin channel when my son or I am watching TV. That is so rude. Go fuhk yourself, and have a nice life. Please move out. No one wants you here. Don’t speak to me or my son again, ok. Thanks.
My step dad is a disgusting creep who does nothing but control my mom. Seriously, dude? Get a life. He’s jealous of my mom’s kids. He doesn’t want her spending time with us. On my birthday last year, he made her go with him to his grandma’s house to watch some tv show. I was left at home, alone. Pathetic. Now, he’s getting the balls to actually try to stand up and tell me what to do. I’m 21. And when I fight back and stand my ground, my mom threatens to kick me out. She would rather put me and my son on the street, than she would open her eyes to see that this homo is doing nothing but bringing her down and tearing her family apart. She never has any money. She loses her vehicle every month. She has TWO garnishments on her check because of loans he has taken out and never bothered to pay. She doesn’t have a phone, but he does. How is that right? I’m so ready to move out. I can’t live here anymore with these people. She actually told me I should just be her maid since it didn’t look like I was ever gonna get a job. I’ll be glad when I get out of here and prove them wrong. They doubt me so much. How can you be successful when you have no one on your side rooting for you? I’m ready to give them all the bird and never look back. Ok, I’m done ranting now.
My life is no sob story, but yet it isn’t a fairytale either. I moved to a different state and got pregnant at 19. I have no regrets, my son is my life. Sometimes I wish things would have went differently. I have no job, no way to buy my son the things he needs, no car, and worst of all, I live with my mother. I am dying to be independent and live on my own. Why must the economy be so bad? It should never be this hard to find a job. I’m in love with my son’s father, although we are not together at the moment. I’m possibly growing another miracle as we speak, and I’m mortified. I wonder if all the “greats” of the passed ever had it this rough. I’m no saint, but I pray every night. I can’t seem to figure out God’s plan for me, and I’m starting to wonder if He even has one for me. I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching and I read my eBible every night before bed. I do not want sympathy, I just want to vent.
