I Feel Sad When Bad Things Happen To Good People
Most of you will probably know that it was my birthday yesterday and that I spent the evening with my family having dinner. That was a big mistake. The evening went horribly and the repercussions were really bad too.
As usual, my dad and his side of the family have twisted it into something horrible.
I've spent most of this day crying and so has my mum. I can't believe those people can be so horrible as to do the things they do. My mother doesn't deserve this. No one does. My grandad did come to see us too, which was a blessing. He always gives us the best advice in situations like this.
If you've spoken to me, you'd know that I talk about my mum a lot. Most people wouldn't have heard much about my dad. My dad loves his mother and siblings more than he likes us. That's how it's always been, ever since I was a child and how it'll always be. They cause trouble and he causes a scene at home. They've lied and stolen and cheated my mum and they're doing the same now.
The way I react to things like this has changed. Yes, I've been crying but I've also been angry and yesterday, I made the statements I needed to make. This isn't the end; rather it's the beginning.
Some people never change. What I hate more than anything else is the grief my dad and his side of the family gives to everyone else, in particular my mum. As they've been doing for a very long time now.
I hate it when bad things happen to good people because they don't deserve it. I hate seeing my mum cry. It makes me violent. I wish my dad would grow up. Why have children if you didn't want them?
I'll end this with a snippet from a discussion I had with my aunt on the same topic:
"They've ruined my birthday" "No, they've ruined your whole life."
Gaaaaaaaaah (-.-')
As usual, my dad and his side of the family have twisted it into something horrible.
I've spent most of this day crying and so has my mum. I can't believe those people can be so horrible as to do the things they do. My mother doesn't deserve this. No one does. My grandad did come to see us too, which was a blessing. He always gives us the best advice in situations like this.
If you've spoken to me, you'd know that I talk about my mum a lot. Most people wouldn't have heard much about my dad. My dad loves his mother and siblings more than he likes us. That's how it's always been, ever since I was a child and how it'll always be. They cause trouble and he causes a scene at home. They've lied and stolen and cheated my mum and they're doing the same now.
The way I react to things like this has changed. Yes, I've been crying but I've also been angry and yesterday, I made the statements I needed to make. This isn't the end; rather it's the beginning.
Some people never change. What I hate more than anything else is the grief my dad and his side of the family gives to everyone else, in particular my mum. As they've been doing for a very long time now.
I hate it when bad things happen to good people because they don't deserve it. I hate seeing my mum cry. It makes me violent. I wish my dad would grow up. Why have children if you didn't want them?
I'll end this with a snippet from a discussion I had with my aunt on the same topic:
"They've ruined my birthday" "No, they've ruined your whole life."
Gaaaaaaaaah (-.-')
