Fine. You win.

I give up.


Fine. I'll be the evil one, the one messing up your new life. I'll be the one who hurt you.

Being abandoned for another man' woman, a new family, a "fresh start"...yeah, that didn't hurt at all. The phone calls and texts would have made it easier except...wait, what are those? A rarity. The last I heard from you directly was on my birthday. When is my birthday? March 6. What day is it? December 13.

You couldn't even text or call me to tell me you didn't like what I thought of your new wife. You tried with a Facebook message but that left no room for my own feelings. It's all about you and your happiness now.

And now one of your new daughters is cussing me out on Facebook. Seriously?


1. That's really classy. Let's put "family" drama on Facebook. Sure, I have a blog but you wanna know who reads it? My fiance, my aunt, my roommate, and apparently you. Wow...like all of those people don't already know about this crap. Her post however recieved comments from other people. That's just trashy. You don't put shit like that on Facebook.

2. How dare you show her kids what I have to say?? This shit is between you and me. I don't tell Mom what I write on here so when you text her all upset about what I've said, she has to call me and ask me what I said. Way to put her in middle, jerkface. Leave her out of this crap. If you don't like what I'm saying or it upsets you, contact me. I might answer. Then again, I probably shouldn't because the 4th commandment will be thrown out the window. You haven't acted like my father for quite a while now...I'm not going to hold anything back.

3. I know you're going to be at Grandma's for Christmas. Please, whatever happens, do not bring this crap up around her. She doesn't deserve that. It's a holiday with family. Keep all ya'lls tempers on a leash and I'll control mine. This is my last Christmas at Grandma's for awhile and I don't want it ruined by this shit.

4. I will continue writing whatever the hell I want on this blog. Only 4 people read it and they already know what's going on. This is for me to work out my own anger without resorting to violence. Don't like it? Don't read it. And tell little miss thang that I'll get over this when I want. My family fell apart. I'm still trying to put the pieces together. If she doesn't like the pace at which I'm going, she can suck it up and get over herself. She doesn't know shit about me so she should back off.

I'm really tired of finding out you're mad at me through Mom. Grow a pair and tell me yourself. That may sound disrespectful but so is putting Mom in the middle. Quit that.

I was hoping to maybe be okay with you by Christmas but this last incident just threw that out the window. I ended up with your temper and stubborn streak, Dad. So you of all people should undestand I need some time to get used to this crap. If you have patience with me, I'll try to be nicer. I'll at least stop calling your wife a whore. It's a knee-jerk reaction really. But I'll do my best to control the urge.

Now go back to your new life and leave me alone. You obviously didn't care enough to stick around in the first place. You don't get to stick your nose in my business now.