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Dad just left. Elaboration on my day. After I made that post about my shirt and tea he yelled at me, asking me why I was using the keyboard. Then, without giving me time to respond, he told me to "get of the damn computer." So I did.
After that, I went and started putting out my painting supplies. From there I went to fill up a can of water for my paints, 'cause you need a can of water. Just as I'm taking out the stupid pencils my mom keeps PUTTING IN THE CAN, he begins to yell at me. "YOU'RE NOT EATING TILL YOUR ******** MOTHER GETS ******** HOME!!!" Alright. Okay, so I respond, evenly, "I'm not eating, dad. I'm filling up a can with water." Thinking I have some sort of 'attitude' in that remark he goes, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU NEED THAT FOR?!" And I reply with, "It's for my painting project." Then, totally in an uproar that I'm giving him a 'smart aleck' answer, he screams, "THIS IS THE LAST TIME YOU'RE PAINTING UNDER THIS ROOF!!!" And then he strings out a whole list of 'things I have done wrong.' Of which includes sewing, drawing...and doing homework.
So after he stops, I quickly say, "But dad, it's an assignment for painting, you know, from Mr.Wada?" In which he rapidly strikes back, "This is not Mr.Wada's HOUSE!!! HE DOES NOT DICTATE HERE!!!" ((I fail to include all the cuss words, I feel it unnecessary.)) I'm quick to defend my argument, as always, and say, "But dad, it's an assignment, I have to fini-" And then he starts yelling and screaming about how I have to follow HIS rules while under HIS roof and so on and so forth.
Now I am no longer allowed to do my homework ((of which includes ALL my classes)) or any painting assignments AND I can't go to LA...if I DO go to LA either way, he will not provide me with any money for food or Disneyland while I'm there.
Is it just me, or is this reasoning a bit awry? I just grounded from EVERYTHING, literally...save GOING to school 'cause he can get arrested for that. And the reason for me being grounded? I stooped so low as to actually WORK ON MY PAINTING ASSIGNMENT. What the hell am I going to tell my teachers?
After that, I went and started putting out my painting supplies. From there I went to fill up a can of water for my paints, 'cause you need a can of water. Just as I'm taking out the stupid pencils my mom keeps PUTTING IN THE CAN, he begins to yell at me. "YOU'RE NOT EATING TILL YOUR ******** MOTHER GETS ******** HOME!!!" Alright. Okay, so I respond, evenly, "I'm not eating, dad. I'm filling up a can with water." Thinking I have some sort of 'attitude' in that remark he goes, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU NEED THAT FOR?!" And I reply with, "It's for my painting project." Then, totally in an uproar that I'm giving him a 'smart aleck' answer, he screams, "THIS IS THE LAST TIME YOU'RE PAINTING UNDER THIS ROOF!!!" And then he strings out a whole list of 'things I have done wrong.' Of which includes sewing, drawing...and doing homework.
So after he stops, I quickly say, "But dad, it's an assignment for painting, you know, from Mr.Wada?" In which he rapidly strikes back, "This is not Mr.Wada's HOUSE!!! HE DOES NOT DICTATE HERE!!!" ((I fail to include all the cuss words, I feel it unnecessary.)) I'm quick to defend my argument, as always, and say, "But dad, it's an assignment, I have to fini-" And then he starts yelling and screaming about how I have to follow HIS rules while under HIS roof and so on and so forth.
Now I am no longer allowed to do my homework ((of which includes ALL my classes)) or any painting assignments AND I can't go to LA...if I DO go to LA either way, he will not provide me with any money for food or Disneyland while I'm there.
Is it just me, or is this reasoning a bit awry? I just grounded from EVERYTHING, literally...save GOING to school 'cause he can get arrested for that. And the reason for me being grounded? I stooped so low as to actually WORK ON MY PAINTING ASSIGNMENT. What the hell am I going to tell my teachers?
Sorry you guys. ^^; It's not my fault my step-dad's a psycho maniac. But yeah, I might not be able to post, I'm sort of scared for my life. Ah hah...hah. And you know what's the funny part about this all? I'm totally not kidding. I really am scared for my life, I dunno what he's gonna do or capable of doing. He has his own mental disorders to look out for and he isn't looking very hard.
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