The above statement (according to my father) is correct. I'm not sure how much I've mentioned some extremely traumatic and dramatic things that happened in my family back in August, or if I've even talked about them at all, but I guess I should describe it in a nutshell because this has a lot to do with it...
[WARNING! THIS IS ABOUT TO GET VERY REAL AND RAW! I'M NOT POSTING ALL OF THIS TO START ANYMORE TENSION, BUT I DID SAY IN THE BEGINNING THAT THIS BLOG WAS TO BE LIKE AN ONLINE JOURNAL, AND I NEED TO GET ALL OF THIS OUT.]
Back in August I walked in on my dad doing some . . . things with a woman on a school morning at 6:40 (P.S. He usually wakes up my sisters and I at 6:30 so we will have time to get ready for school). I was very pissed off about what I had just seen, but knowing I needed to worry about getting my sisters, my cousin, and myself up and ready for school I continued to do what I needed to do and simply turned away from them. Later that day I confided in my mom and my school counselor about it because I was very upset and I wasn't sure how to react to what had happened that morning. Well, soon after that my mother had an argument with the woman I caught my dad with and she brought up the incident. The woman then ran back to my dad and told her that I had informed my mom of the . . . event.
At the time my dad got this information, my grandmother was in the hospital and so I was there to visit her with my boyfriend and many other family members (including my mom and youngest sister), who were there when Matt and I arrived. My dad called me and proceeded to scream at me for telling my mom about what I'd walked in on and my mom took the phone and left the room. Later, I went downstairs to the front of the hospital to find out what had happened. She then informed me that my father had kicked me out of his house and disowned me (for the second time within a year) and that he was coming to get my sister.
When he arrived I went inside, not wanting to deal with his unreasonable temper and cursing. He argued with my mom and uncle, which really began to upset my grandma. So my aunt, the wife of my uncle, went to tell them that she was getting upset. Up to this point my mom and uncle had asked my fatherseveral times - politely - to leave. That's when my uncle decided to push my dad (and it's also been said he hit him, however I didn't witness it for myself). My dad then got back in his truck and picked up a gun in the hospital parking lot and threatened my uncle with it. He then left, but I and several others had called the cops.
A lot of things happened after that, but basically now my mom has custody of my two sisters and I, and my dad only has visitation rights saturday and sunday during the day according to a court order. However, we have been having supper with him frequently on Wednesday nights (in public) before church. Everything was going fine until yesterday . . .
It started with my aunt and uncle. He picked up my sisters and cousin from school and he and my aunt told them that they needed to find somewhere to go because they didn't want my dad coming to their house to pick them up later. I got very angry and told my uncle these exact words: "Oh my gosh, get over yourselves! That happened four months ago!! I'm pretty sure he's not going to do anything to you. That's pretty rude anyway, don't you think? . . . You haven't apologized to him either, ya know." He then tried to throw in my face that he's "done things for me." What? Washed my car and bought me a couple things? And let me stay at his house once? That's about it from what I can recall. THEN, his wife sent me texts that said this: "I'm gonna tell your smart ass one thing- that is my damn house and our lowdown scumbag dog of a daddy is not welcome there ever!! If you think I own him anything you need [to be] institutionalized for psychiatric help. Don't ever tell me something smartass like that again. Got it??! Get over yourself!!!"
I apologize for the curse words, but those were her exact words. First of all, I don't thing anyone has been in the right throughout this whole situation, including myself. However, sometimes we have to do things that aren't right to make things ok. So that's what I've done. And it hasn't all been for me. Honestly, the majority of the things I've done involving this entire situation since August have been for the benefit of my two little sisters. I'm 18 and I've been through some very messed up crap. Things that have stuck with me over the years and will probably be with me for the rest of my life . . . It's sad, but it's true.
Anyway, let me finish. Apparently my youngest sister, Charli, mentioned that afternoon, before we met for dinner, to my dad about my uncle picking them up. My dad texted my mom and asked "that he please not pick up our children from school without you or your parents around." It made my mom mad and so she called him and they got into an argument. AS ALWAYS, my did brought up her having an affair eight or nine years ago, which led to their divorce. My mom then called me and told me all of this and said she was coming to get my little sister.
So after I argued a lot with my dad at the table AND outside in the parking lot, Matt and I left with Charli. We met my mom at our church and she took my sister with her and went home. The whole way from Wal-Mart parking lot to the church Charli and I were both crying . . . And I was later informed that Sheri Ann had been told about what has happening and she was also crying about it.
I feel bad that my little sisters have been caught up in the middle of this. I really don't want their little minds to be tampered with like mine has been. I'm 18 and I have seen and heard things that most people my age could never even imagine. Over the course of the past six years or so, I've had to grow up way before I should have and I've had to take on the responsibility of a twenty-something year old. Unfortunately I think that's slowly turning into a thirty-something year old . . . Sigh.
All of this had affected me greatly. Much more so than I'd ever be able to put into words. Most of the time I just try to keep it in and all to myself. Matt is normally the only one I talk to about this stuff. The reason for that is because sometimes I start ugly crying (snot, hiccups, tears, mascara lines, screams, body racking sobs, the works . . .) and I don't think that's a sight anyone should see. I'm just glad he continues to love me after seeing me like that. :P
Well, I guess that's all I have to say for now. Ah, I feel a good bit better now. Getting it out always helps me.
To any family members who have read this and been offended: come talk to me. Don't involve the social media. And don't get mad. Everyone always getting annoyed with me for not telling people how I feel and not talking to any of you. Well ya know what? I just did! So if you have anyting to say to me, you know how to reach me. :]
To my other readers: I will probably be posting two blog posts today. This is the first and it's SUUUPPPER long, I know. Lol. The other probably won't be as long and as depressing. :P
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