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So, even though Facebook WAS my place to relax and vent, it turns out, thanks to Steven's family, AGAIN, that it can't be my little sanctuary anymore. Why? Because if I try to vent everyone takes it WAAAAY out of proportion and insults me and thinks I'm a bad person, always assuming that I'm the bad guy, even when Steven's at fault.

So, instead, I'm gonna stick to Gaia again. A safe haven where nobody will bother me about anything. Where not only I can vent as much as I want, but nobody will bother me and make it this huge deal that will get the whole ******** side of his family mad.

So, Gaia's my little sanctuary. And this journal will once again become my place to vent, think, cry, laugh, whatever I feel like. I should've known it was a mistake to befriend all of those people, but what can I say, I'm too good of a person to just drop them because of little things I've heard from others. Well, no, it's the second time it's happened, and I'm sick of it. I'm done.

So, here's my first entry after a long while without posting. I will vent about why I'm hating Facebook at the moment, why I hate his family, and why I'm sick of being stuck in a place I don't belong in. Here we go.

Well, where to start. Aah, yes, from the beginning. Well, we woke up this morning, and a few minutes after that, his mother calls, again. She calls every day, and I'm really sick of it. Of course, Steven won't tell her it's not okay to call every day. See, we have a thing called boundaries. I don't even talk to my parents that much, even though we live with them. And I told my mum once we moved out that she wouldn't be allowed to call me every day because it gets annoying. Anyway, she calls, and she asks if we want to go over to celebrate easter with them tomorrow. Steven and I had already discussed the easter thing when it was x-mas time.

They have this stupid tradition of decorating the tree together at their house. Now, I don't celebrate x-mas, so I feel REALLY uncomfortable about it. But, because it was OH SO IMPORTANT for them, I sucked it up and went. I admit, we had a little fun, and that was okay. Afterward, I told him this was okay to do if they absolutely MUST have Steven and his sister, Tasha, be there with them to do it. HOWEVER, I would NOT celebrate easter, as it's strictly a Christian holiday. Now we agreed to this then and there, and all was well. Until today.

So, back to the phone call. He tells his mother that I'm probably gonna go volunteer tomorrow, so we most likely won't be able to go. Of course, the b***h gets "sad" or whatever, trying to guilt trip him, and blah blah blah, and they hang up. Now, this BOTHERS ME. A LOT. I told him while he was on the phone that I don't celebrate easter, and I expected him to tell his mother this. But no, he doesn't, and he comes back into the room and asks me if I like his explanation. Oh, she was on speaker phone, btw. Well, since I didn't like the explanation, I get a little peeved, and I tell him he should've just told her I didn't celebrate easter and that we weren't going.

Then, since I was mad at him for not having a backbone and standing up to his mother, I went on Facebook, my little then haven, and vented about it on my status. I asked why I married someone with no backbone. Then I said I couldn't wait till Tuesday to have some privacy. Now, everyone knows I vent there, except apparently his annoying ******** family. Nobody takes it seriously, they usually just ignore it, and let me vent. Some close friends ask me what's up and either give me advice if I ask for it or just let it be. But no. His stupid a** family always makes it a way bigger deal than it is. So his aunt-in-law, even though it should be cousin-in-law because his uncle is his cousin, yeah, ******** up family, comments and says this,

"Alright chic ive had enough of you bashing my nephew you are a spoiled little girl and my nepphew is a genuis and way to good for you and as for privacy maybe if he wasnt the only o ne workin g you would have your own place it one thing to be mad at your spouse but this goes way past the line"

First of all, I'm not spoiled. Second of all, it's privacy from HIS ******** MOTHER SINCE SHE'S ALWAYS IN OUR ******** BUSINESS. Third of all, HE DOESN'T HAVE A ******** JOB. So I dunno where the hell she/he ((joint account of the aunt and uncle, so I'm not sure which one it is, but I'm guessing it's the aunt because she's always on)) gets off telling us how we are when she/he doesn't even know us. She married into the family MAYBE because I'm sure they're not married, just because they have a kid together and they're both ******** stoners. So why in the hell is she getting in my business when they can't quit their stupid drugs and smoking for their kids? Oh yeah, the aunt had a daughter with another man, so it's not technically the uncle's kid, but still, the things they're doing affect their children.

Now tell me if I don't have a reason to be pissed? I mean, yeah, maybe I shouldn't have blabbed about it on Facebook. I get that. I've been getting better at it, but I slipped today because I was feeling very upset. But that doesn't give his ******** side of the family the right to jump at me and tell me how I am and how much of a horrible person I am just because I vent every once in a while. I don't even mean it!!! I say it, I get over it, and we're perfectly fine. It upset me so much to read it that I actually ran downstairs, locked myself in my room, and cried. It's been almost an hour that I've been down here feeling like s**t because of a stupid comment like that. I can't take that kinda s**t, I'm SENSITIVE and UNSTABLE. But no, they can't understand that because their ******** brains are ******** up with all the drugs. I'm sick of it, I SHOULDN'T have married into this family of ******** PSYCHOS. I don't even care how it makes Steven feel, I'm done with them, I don't want to see them again, I don't want to talk to them, and I'm just plain done. If they don't leave me alone I'm gonna put a restraining order on all of them, even his mum, I don't give a ********, I'm more than literally done. I'M D.O.N.E. WITH THE DONE FAMILY. JUST PLAIN, ********, DONE.