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Post by FOTLY on Oct 24, 2011 16:14:11 GMT -5
Is a sick thing and is considered animal abuse. Never do it. Not even if you have a certain few members in your family that drive you up the wall for everything and you feel an intense urge to do it.
I swear to god. Stop asking me what 'fantasy writing' or 'roleplaying' is as if it's some foreign subject and then snicker and walk away. I mean honestly, even I have feelings. Roleplaying is creative writing with other people, a story that continues building as you and another person or more shape it to whatever you want. It doesn't make you some kind of alien to the world, a freak.
So please, Dave. I'm only going to ask you this one last time. Stop making fun of me for it. I know you're joking, but even jokes can go too far. I know you're my stepdad and that you love me, but it does make me feel bad when you keep making fun of not only me, but the people I happen to roleplay too.
And you wonder why I have little to no respect for you.
I can handle taking your stupid jokes, but when you go around talking about people you don't even know. It pisses me off. I will ask you one last time, politely, to cut it out. If you don't, then I'm going to throw more pregnant jokes at you.
And also, stop calling me uncoordinated and fat. Even if it's a joke. :] I can beat you in a videogame any time, so don't even go there.
Oh, and while on the topic of my immature stepdad. Did you know why I damn near refused to talk to you and pretty much anyone else that wasn't a teenage chick in my house? Because I was livid with you all. Not only do you and mom drive me up the wall, but you two can't seem to take hints.
Please, change your ways of parenting. That first night when you grounded me because I was up late with my laptop, you had no clue that my mom and I planned that I was going to be skipping school. You didn't need to ground me for two days, extend it when I get excited about it ending, and drive me to wanting to pack my shit and leave for the night. I'm not afraid of sleeping outside, don't push me.
I know I stayed up late that weekend. That's kind of what I plan to do every night. So yeah, I did stay up late Friday night. Yeah I know you two yelled at me. I know mom and you were pissed at me about 'betraying your trust' or some bull.
I also know how angry you two were when I stayed up just as late that following night. I took the laptop up to my room, when I wasn't supposed to I guess, to skype with my 'fantasy friends'. You called it bullshit when I said I took it up there because I didn't want to disturb anyone.
I was telling the truth, thank you.
It also drives me angry to no end when mom tells me "Oh, it's a weekend! Stay up as late as you want!" and then you ground me for a week because I did. You say how you're angry at me. How I'll be lucky if my dad lets me on my laptop ever again. Obviously you don't know my father as well as I do, because he wouldn't do that.
You complain about me spending more time with my 'fantasy friends' more than I do with the family. You complain at how I'm 'obsessed' with roleplaying. But then, when I do spend time with the whole family, you complain at how I'm a bitch.
I don't know what to do anymore. I just don't. Do I keep to myself and stay in solitary confinement like I used to since Third Grade? At least I'm laughing and happy when I'm talking to my 'fantasy friends'.
And then mom, you push me to the edge that one day. I thought we connected. I spilled my fucking heart to you about how I've felt over the past and what do you do? Crumple it up and throw it back at me. "My daughter would never think of that." and then you slam the sliding door in my face and go back to your phone.
Mom, you told me one night to stop bottling up my emotions and to talk to you. Do you know that it's all your fault that I do it in the first place? I'd used to tell you anything without any fear of being shot down immediately. Then, you met my sexist douchebag of a stepdad and all of a sudden you expect me to man up. Remember that morning before school, when you slapped me on the arm for fighting over a plate with my stepsister? I know, stupid reason. But did you have to slap me so hard that it welted? When I came to you crying because you hit me, before it developed into a welt, do you know what you told me? "Grow a pair." You didn't even care. Words like that hurt, mom. If I were to have that I'd be your son, not your daughter.
Of course after I showed you the welt it was all "woe is me, I'm sorry. Wear this sweat shirt I don't want child protective services coming." Honestly, years later I'm almost regretting that choice. Think of how much happier I'd be with my dad?
Then again, do you even care?
The things I do for you, from lying to my own father all the way to telling myself those things that you've told me over the years -- And yet, you can't even give me the decency to have my 'me' time. A place where I actually feel normal.
I enjoy roleplaying, I enjoy my weird ass friends. Stop saying I don't know who I'm talking to, I've known some of these people for damn near a year. Stop calling them those mean things, and most importantly: Accept me for who I am.
Stop comparing me to my stepsister, Brittany, too. She dresses like a corner worker with her too-tight clothes, and she's gone behind your back so many times. I want to be nothing like her. I just want to be me without your constant judging.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 24, 2011 16:30:25 GMT -5
HEAR HEAR!
Your fotly family man. Dave is just a nightmare. Prank him while you're still young and have the time and immaturity to do it.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 24, 2011 17:57:45 GMT -5
Ugh, that sounds like a wreck. :[ But it just means you'll enjoy sweet independence even more when you move outta there. <3
STAY STRONG FOT~
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Post by FOTLY on Oct 24, 2011 18:22:46 GMT -5
I swear. 18th birthday I'm going to have bags packed and be going to my dad's. So much better there. Their latest fight was "But Wally... The locksmith will cost 2 hundret dollars! You see that, Kathy, 200 dollars out the door." "Gosia..." "God dammit Wally!" "Fine."
:l It wasn't even yelling.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 24, 2011 18:34:22 GMT -5
Yepyep, that's how discussions should go. No raised voices, no grudges. XD
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