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So.. we might move into a hotel.

 

Why..?

 

Problems with da. He's staring to scare me, and I'm actually hoping they kind of do split up now.

 

Oh...that's no good...

 

Yeah, he turns into a completely different person every once in a while (more often than either of us would like, mum n' I) and it's disgustingly horrible. Something has to be done.

 

@Mali:

I hate it when people are completely two-faced like that...I can't stand it. And you don't deserve to be caught in the middle either.

Do what you need to get away from that...but stay safe, dammit

 

I can't bloody get away from it I have a meddlesome state of mind, I have to jump in between every little fight.. I loathe it when he aggravates her like this and I go into complete hysterics whenever he raises his voice at her etc. He's just always doing aggravating things, leaving the tv on the loudest volume, switching on and off the lights, banging things around so violently in the kitchen it scares me, throwing her stuff on the floor, walks around like there's something up his arse whenever she's in the house, it's just painful.

I think that the hotel is a good idea. But I don't want to leave our stuff behind.

 

this sounds so familliar...
I had this about 2 years ago, it almost ended in a split-up but eventially came out good with the help of some friends of them.

hope it turns out good with you to

 

Reading all of this, Malilove, it appears that your problems aren't trivial compared to my problems. You're going through alot worse than what i'm going through now, and that's really sad. Do whatever you need to do though to get away from it all, because trust me, it appears you'll be alot safer if you do. And we all want you to stay safe. We all love you too much for that.

*bigfreakinoneofthose*

 

thanks, Kevindear. I'm supporting the divorce now, but really, he's a cowardly jackass. He's too scared to go off on other people, but on his own wife.. and I just want them to split up so they can both be happy, separately. It'll be safer, and generally better-off. He doesn't love anyone but himself.

I can see that he doesn't love me, would he do these type of threatening things, would he threaten his own wife with violence in front of his kid if he really loved either of them? He's just buying me presents, and then coming home and yelling at my mother? That's not familial love.

I'm not scared for myself, I'm scared for mum, she's so stressed.

But I just can't get away

 

Then in my honest opinion, do something about it. Tell someone around you, not just here. Tell whomever you need to tell to help you get away from this. Trust me, I fuckin' hate broken homes and such. Angiedear's biological father left her and her mother due to her being diagonsed with bipolar, so I heard of the feelings. He's just a coward like you said.

 

I can't tell anyone, there's no one for me to tell here. Who cares about me that sodding much here, apart from my mum? I have no one.

Ah, I'm being so negative.

 

*bigfreakincomforthugagain* Don't say that. You know i'm just trying to help.

 

*returns bigfreakingcomforthug* I know you are, dear, and I really do appreciate, it does mean a lot.

 

Well, that's good to know at least.

 

My Justice Studies professor broke her leg, so my classes this week are cancelled. Now I don't have to wake up at 8 a.m. to go to school. Sweet.

 

God, I want to smack myself for making such a big deal of my problem. Mali, I'm so sorry this is happening to your family, and whatever happens, I hope things turn out better. I only vaguely understand what that's like, but I know that it's horrible living in fear of your own family. I hope you find a way out of this.

Alright, I just need to let this out. Today was physically and emotionally horrible for me. There's a wildfire out in the hills around here, and the Santa Ana winds are taking the smoke and ash over here. I have asthma, so you could only imagine what it was like for me. It's going to be a little while before the fire's contained, too.

I woke up this morning excited that I'd get to see her after a long weekend of whining to my friend. However, when I got to school, like always, I got maybe three sentences in to her (After waiting forever for her to stop wandering around) before she left for another group of friends. The whole fire thing only made me feel worse about it. So I sat around in fifth period only thinking about her, because I usually get out and walk with her to her sixth period class. I got random pains in my head and chest, then couldn't help but get randomly irritable at the jerk who sits in front of me, who I can usually tolerate. But, today, I didn't see her after class, so with my asthma, not only did I feel like I couldn't breathe without her, I really couldn't breathe. So, after school I was standing around talking to a friend when I saw her walking out, and said 'Hi, Karli!' (That'd be her name, for you slow folks out there), and all she did was say hi back and walk away. I know I'm overreacting, but I can't help it. I let things mess me up too much. This week could very well be a terrible one.

 

Hey Mali, welcome to my world, except replace dad with mom.

Right this second, she's upstairs yelling and bitching about something. Me and dad are in the garage cleaning and sorting, and then out of no where, she starts yelling for her broom. I have no clue what she's talking about, but she's calling me for her broom. Dad told me it's in the trunk, so I went out and got it. She's still yelling "at" me, so before I give her the broom (I'm on the landing of the stairs, she's upstairs), I ask her why she's yelling at me. I didn't do anything. She continues yelling and yelling. Then eventually she gets tired of this and outrage she yells at me for not giving the broom to her, then spits at me. Yes, you read that fucking right. Firstly, she's yelling at me for something that's not my fault, then she goes to the extent of spitting at me. I'm not talking to her anymore, that's for sure. She can straight out go fuck herself, and if she asks me for anything, I'll just spit back at her, if that's how she's going to play. I've fucking had enough. I just wish my dad would get rid of her already. And to think when I got back from school she was all nice and happy -- fuck that.

 

Mali: You dont deserve this. . I really, really hope you're dad gets over himself and relises how much others are hurting because of this.Moreso, just try and cheer up your mom as much as you can. I really, sicierly hope thingsget better for you. :triplehug:

Tomi- You still have quite some time before you're out of school, right? Don't kick yourself about it too much- everyone deserves to waste time there own way. Anyway, whatever choice you make, its YOUR choice- which makes it the right one. Hope you feel better about it.

 

I'll throw myself into the right direction eventually...