I Believe People Come Into Your Life For a Reason

As much as I dislike my older siblings, I'll admit something; my father treated them horribly before my parents divorced. He kept on threatening that he'll kick them out of the house once they're 18, and he would search around the house for at least one thing to inform my mom about. My mom became exhausted from him calling her at while she was at work just to tell her about a petty incident. It was an everlasting fling of verbal, and even physical, abuse until my parents seperated when I was 12. It was the same year that my father met my arch enemy; my stepmom. To skip to the point, we were friends at first, until I unintentionally crossed her, and she threatened to beat me up.

Well, as I look back on the shit that occured over the years, I realize that my stepmom came in to our life as karma for the indecent actions my father did. Now, he's calling me and complaining about migraines that he's recieving from her as she relentlessly informing him of MY [b]PETTY[b][/b][/b] wrong doing...while he's at work.