there was a time when we finally got along. it was this year. what broke the kinda newfound trust was when they called the cops in front of our house, after they broke into our house, trying to find signs of abuse or anything.
before that, things were kinda fine. we got back in touch with them around my birthday because i was getting sewing lessons for my birthday. i didnt know what they thought of me cause i hadnt seen them in about 2 years. last time they saw me,i was in all pink, pissed off at what they had done to me. and they see me two years later. happier, in a black with my skeleton gloves and the dark makeup. they tried to understand how i was. and they delt with it, they took me to my sewing classes and they were so much fun ( i've made a pillowcase, dinosaur, whale, and starfish, and pajama pants )( to bad i dont have money for a sewing machine :/ ) and we stayed at their house a lot, even on school nights, id get picked up after school, go to the library to do school work, and then we'd get something to eat, and then go to their house. id stay the night, and then wake up at five to eat breakfast, get ready for school, gather up my other stuff, and then leave at 6 am to get to school on time (school started at 7:12 am)
my aunt and my dad and i went dress shopping for sadies, and i thought that maybe our family had a chance at being together again
i thought they changed... they didnt.
after this process went on for 2 months, they digged deeper into our lives. my grandpa started hitting on me again (i never felt safe around him), and when we saw them, at dinner they'd ask "so when are you parents gonna get that divorce?" "has your mother hurt you recently?" and a bunch of other nonsense. i got fed up and i told my mother.
horrible mistake. my mother has a history of lashing out and going through mental breakdowns (she has a severe depression and mental illness). well that pissed her off and she went to her psychoetrist, yelled at her, and did a bunch of other crazy stuff and we couldnt contact or find her. we were leaving for a trip that day. and we stopped at my grandparents and they begged my dad to divorce her and made my brother and i go through this traumatic process of expressing our feelings. i was silent most of the time and my grandmother(who is also crazy)(my mothers mother in law) struck me in front of my father who just stared and i sat there crying and he just stared. there was screaming, shouting, and tears. my brother and i left when it was getting really heated. we came back and everything was "better" but my dad was crying.
we left and we came back a week later. we didnt see them for a while but they asked if they could visit. we agreed 8pm, we got home from costco at 7:20 and found their car in the driveway and ran inside. they broke into our house. they talked but things got nasty quickly and my dad told them to get out of out house. they didn't. he asked again...it took them 20 minutes to leave. when they did they called the cops, hopeing that they'd see the the messy house and that my parents were pissed and the children crying. but we did a super clean up, and they left without us after being told we were safe and everything was fine.
im glad i didnt go with id hate living with them. they've tried to get custody of Andrew and i but its never worked. im thankful they'll never get custody of us, because the second they did, they'd burn my clothes, force me into a religion, and make me dress what they want me to dress in.
that is the end of this part of not so grand grand parents
 BrokenTacos · Sun Nov 14, 2010 @ 07:15pm · 0 Comments |
