*Atomic-Fate

Well, I'm really having a WTF day.

I normally don't like writing about the miseries of my real life, but I really need to vent and weep, so I'll make an exception.

So yeah, not many of you probably know this, but I live with my father and his mother. I originally moved to go live with my old man, but then things changed. Anyway, my father's mother has about 987654356muffin87824 grandchildren and likes to play favorites. If you haven't already guessed, I'm the black sheep in her happy flock, so she automatically has a disliking for me. Her favorite is a useless fat fuck named Rob who she lets live next door and constantly gives him anything he wants. This includes things my father buys to supply the household. So in a nutshell, everything my father buys, no matter what it is, is dumped into that endless gaping hole of massive doom. This has been going on for the past year now. My father refuses to say anything because 'he doesn't wish to start a war with his mother.'
A few months ago, she had been letting the mammoth leech, and his daughter Kaylie (she's actually a sweetheart) in my father's room to watch TV. One night my father decided to check his coin banks. To our lovely speculations, the banks had been nearly cleaned right out. Now let's do some math:
1. Why would my father steal from his own banks?
He wouldn't. If he took it, that's not even stealing.
2. I was at my mother's house the entire week it happened, so it wasn't me.
3. If Kaylie had done it, where would she stash the money?
She barely has a room of her own at home, and she couldn't have gone to the store without Gram knowing she had money on her. I know this kid didn't do it.
4. Gram never, EVER leaves her couch. I know that she didn't take the money.
Four people were the only ones in the house at the time, because I wasn't there, like I said. That leaves just one person. Lolz now you do the guess work. When my father confronted his mother about this, her response was "Oh, I don't know who did it. It couldn't have been Rob, he had pajamas on (no pockets). You sure it wasn't April?" Yeah, I magically appeared from my mother's one night like a keebler elf and took his money. If I had wanted money, I would've just asked him for some!
Two weeks ago, I left the house for a whole week, because I was sick and needed to stay somewhere else to get better. When I left, I had 34 units on my cell phone. I left it placed on my night stand. A week later after I had gotten better, I went back home. When I got there, I opened up my phone and noticed it was covered in grease and tiny little beard hairs. I checked the units and sure enough someone had used it, because it was down to 7. I immediately asked my father if he might've had to use it. He said no, his phone had minutes. The next morning I asked Kaylie if her father had been down near my room at all while I was gone. She said that he had because he had taken a shower, and the bathroom is right by my bedroom. How about we do some more math:
1. I was NOT there. I didn't do it.
2. If my father had used it, he would've just told me. Besides, it would be covered in long curly beard hairs, not short ones.
3. If Kaylie had used it, I know she wouldn't have been clever enough to delete my call history, which was what happened MYSTERIOUSLY.
4. The old lady is senile. She has no clue how to use any electronic device made after 1950. It wasn't her.
Drumroll please. That again, leaves just ONE person, one I might add, who has short facial hair. Hmm...
This time I confronted his mother, and did I get a lovely response. "What?! Why are you asking me that?! I didn't do it! And you can't keep accusing Rob for everything either! Leave me alone!" Oh gee, I guess Santa was on a panty raid and decided to use my phone while he was there. Yes, that must be it. After that happened, I put a padlock on my door. The old lady wasn't thrilled about that. Oh well, too bad.
So now I get to the events that happened this morning. Every morning the old lady watches Kaylie and some other obnoxious brat that doesn't mind worth a shit. And every morning it's the same thing: Screaming, bitching, and fighting. In the morning, my father sleeps, because he works second shift. Last night he specifically told me that he needed to get some sleep so he would be able to get up and cash his check. This only makes perfect sense, does it not? Well, I was sitting in my room, trying to sleep as well, and I constantly keep hearing these kids screaming and killing each other. Finally it got to the point where I got and told them to shut up because my father needed to sleep. Because it was me, and only me that did this, the old lady instantly started. "Hey hey hey! No, you go back in your room!" I told her the same thing I told them. Here was her response. "I don't care!! Get out!" And if one isn't bad enough, her sister was also there, and she's even worse than Gram. She told me if I didn't like it, that I could pack up and go to my mother's. I nearly about told her to pack her old skanky ass up and go back to Arizona, but I decided for Kaylie's sake not to and bit my tongue. Instead I told them both that if he didn't get his sleep, that he wouldn't be able to cash his check, and if he couldn't cash his check, we'd have no fucking money at all this week. That shut them up and I went back to my room.

Now I'm at my mother's mother's house, just trying to take it easy, but I'm not having a good time. I'm really upset by the fact that everyone's stomping all over my father. He does everything for them, then they kick him in the ass. I know we don't always get along, but it breaks my heart to see this happen to my father. And I feel completely useless because there's nothing I can do to stop all this shit. >___< Why does it have to be like this...?

Sigh... Sorry for such a long entry, but I really needed to get that out. ._____.
















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