the most memorable moment from my second stepmother's time here was when her mother (my stepgrandmother) came to live with us... boy what a b***h she was. she had the mouth of a sailor, the build of a cow, the testosterone of a bull, and the good looks of umm... a turd xd the best way to describe her would be "the best possible cause of one of my mental illnesses." xd she cursed at me anytime i walked by her. i knew she hated me, but nobody believed me. the thing i remember most though was this one day... i was coming home from an after school choir practice, it was already 7... usually dinner would be ready by now. i did nothing but ask if dinner was ready, because we were supposed to be eating spaghetti that night (which is my fav when my dad makes). i asked if the food was ready yet, because i saw the pot sitting on the stove. i had already done bad in choir that day, so i wasn't feeling all that great... she tell me "GET THE ******** OUT OF MY FACE!"... so i did... i went to my room crying, and kept crying till i fell asleep. in the middle of the night, she came into my room. i was awakened by having the trash dumped on me, mostly on my head. this didn't help me at all. i wanted to lash out at her, scare the living s**t out of her, beat her till she stopped moving... but i lay there wimpering, wondering when this shithole of a life would end...
 snofox507 · Tue Aug 23, 2005 @ 04:36am · 2 Comments |
