I had one planned for today, but it’ll just get pushed to tomorrow, because this has to be written about or it’ll bug the god damn SHIT out of me forever. My step-father’s birthday was in august. My mother had a tee-shirt made specifically for hi, with his name on the back of it, and it was a Giants baseball team shirt. We also pretty much asked him what he’d like to do. We were totally nice to him and everything. He decides to skip out on us and go to the fucking ball game by himself. BY HIMSELF. ON HIS BIRTHDAY. AFTER WE’VE DONE ALL THIS SHIT FOR HIM. Ok, well whatever, that’s over.
Until 5 months later, when his own children want to take him out to dinner in San Francisco, and then to the play, “Phantom of the Opera”. Yeah, 5 MONTHS LATER. Ok, well when he dies, I’ll be sure to keep him in my attic for a few months before BURYING the fucker! What is THAT shit all about!? Nobody waits 5 months to do something. I’m so sick of people treating me like shit after doing something so nice for them. A few months ago, I told someone about a great friend of mine-whom I care for extremely deeply-that she had cut herself once. The more important part of it was that her mother was hitting her. Well apparently, they told their sister, who told her sister, which was my friend’s mother. It ended in disaster and my friend stopped talking to me for a few months. Now here’s the thing. The thing that got discussed was the fact that she had cut herself once, while the undeniable fact about child abuse GOT SHOVED COMPLETELY TO THE FUCKING SIDE!!! And NOBODY-nofuckingbody-asked how I was doing from the entire thing. I was a basketcase.
That’s just ONE example, there are literally hundreds. I really despise the fact that he could not only be so utterly clueless as to when someone’s being nice to him, but the fact that just because me (stepson) and my mother (2nd wife) apparently aren’t part of his “family”. Being blood related to someone doesn’t make them anymore of family then they would be normally. Family-to me and most people I know, who are LOGICAL anyway-believe that family is anyone. Anyone who is close to you and is there for you when you need them. Anyone who helps take care of you, and anyone who really cares about you. THAT’S family.
Here’s one last little anecdote for you before you leave. 2 years ago, back when my Grandmother was dying, and my mother was going literally insane with grief (being that they were extremely close), she needed hardcore support. My brother doesn’t come home until 3 in the morning because of work and school and hanging out with friends. My sister ran away and my dad later bought her a CAR. WTF? And so neither of them could help her, and I’m only 19, I’m not sure how to handle those sorts of things, so even I couldn’t really help her all that much. So my dad was the only one could do something. Ya know what he did?
HE WENT ON A FUCKING HIKING TRIP-WITH MY BROTHER-TO YOSEMITE.
FUCK YOU.
m@rk
