This is wrong. This is INSANE. On the one hand, none of us are being abused physically or stolen from or anything, and no one in the family is an alcoholic/addicted to meth or something. On the other hand, this can't go on. IT CAN'T. Our problems may not be Oprah-worthy, but they sure as hell are serious. This can't go on.
The cops. THE COPS wondered what was wrong. And now she's packing, tramping around the house shoveling books and clothing into bags to make it look like she doesn't live here. What the fucking kind of person does that?
I want him to admit she has a problem. I want her to get help. I don't want this endless merry-go-round of "it's okay, everything's better, we're fine now, seriously, Es, believe us" to "*giant huge screaming battle of the ages*" to "*crying and whimpering in closed rooms*" to "I don't know what to do, everything's my fault, I try so hard" to "nothing feels better, but it looks better" to the beginning. It's awful. It's horrible. And unlike my sister and I, our stepsibs can't escape. They're basically trapped here.
THIS. HAS. TO. END. NOW.
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Esther-
ReplyDeleteI don't know what to say.
I'm assuming you're talking about your stepmom.
I can't believe the COPS came.
That must be.. well, traumatic, to say the least.
I hope your father realizes that she has a problem.
Maybe the fact that it got that serious, serious enough for the cops to come, will help him see the truth.
Or maybe not.
I sincerely hope things improve at least a little bit :)