Yeah, I'm back, but I wish to put something more important than coming back to this site that has recently happened in my life.
Near the end of April, I was texting my dad, step-mom, and mom, asking for freedom on my phone. They make me have restrictions all around the phone. To get an app, I need a password that only my step-mom knows. This is troubling, because I only see my step-mom every other weekend and almost every Wednesday. So I ask her, "Why not just give the password to my mom, since I see her every day?" I mean, that would be the most logical solution, right?
Ha, no, not to her. She says, "I could, but I won't."
I ask why not? Before I go on with this "rant", I must disclose something to everyone. My Asperger's makes my brain not being able to let things go. I need an answer to something, and I will try my best to get an answer. Whenever an adult says, "because I said so," I can't handle that.
I need a reason. It's how my brain works and I can't change it. So, I ask her why she won't give the password to my mom, and she doesn't give me an answer. I couldn't handle that, so I reminded her that all she needed to do was give me an answer as to why she wouldn't give the password to my mom, so I asked her again.
Yes, I know my parents were at work, but like I said, I need an answer. All she had to do was give an answer and then this argument could stop, but she ignored me.
I get home, and dad's car is at the driveway. We talk, and I read the messages to my step-mom. Now, let me remind you, that this all took place at my mom's house, where I live.
Apparently, my dad thinks I was "bullying" my 40-year-old step-mom.
So, while I was reading through the messages, my dad suddenly grabs my phone and we end up playing tug-of-war with it. He gets the phone and I fall backwards out of the chair and into the wall. I get back up, and he keeps taunting me by yelling "You're not such a tough guy anymore, are you!?" and phrases similar to that.
I then scream at him, "Get the fuck out of this house!" My mom was just standing there while all this was going on. My dad proceeds to physically push me into the wall, and I end up back on the floor. He then gets into my face and yells, "If you ever bully my family again, I will fucking end you!"
My face was covered in tears, I get my shoes on, and I run out of the door. I felt like none of my family members cared about me. I ran 2 miles to the gas station across the street, before I sat down and thought, "Should I run away from home for good or not?"
After about an hour and a half, I decide to go back home. I don't talk to anyone for the rest of the day, and I basically lock myself in my room.
The next day, I learned that I got kicked out of my dad's house AGAIN. I think, "Good. I don't ever want to see that asshole again."
Dad said he's done with me, and that's fine, because the feeling is mutual.
So yeah, that happened. I basically disregard that he is related to me. The bastard will realize what he's doing to our relationship eventually, but by then it'll be too late. Hell, it's already too late.
Sorry I ended up rambling.