BRACE YOURSELF FOR THE DRAMA LLAMA. And a wall of text.

So this week started out great—er, well, last Friday started out great at least. Mom and her third husband arrived. We talked, caught up—she talked crap about my brother and I sat there with my mouth open. I made my grandmother’s famous tuna salad recipe for everyone. They all enjoyed it. My mom surprised me by buying me things we needed for the house—things like a bed for the guest bedroom, curtains, sprays for the restrooms, an iron, an ironing board, a vacuum—I have all but three or four things crossed off my list because of her. And I let her know how thankful I was, for sure. Days went by and we went to the beach. Kirk and I were stoked. Tim however is starting to speak his mind and offend me—sometimes Kirk. We’re both keeping our mouth closed. We just want to drop it and forget about it. So we pull up to the beach and Tim parks as far away from the beach as he can. This would be fine if the sun wasn’t bearing down on us so hard and we had a lot of crap to lug to our spot. We /all/ complained about this but Tim’s a fucking man so we didn’t have a say in it. We dropped it- walked about five minutes to the beach and proceeded to have fun. We got in the ocean- I had a panic attack because I’m terrified of not being able to know what’s around me or underneath me. We looked for shells. When I calmed down, I decided I’d try again because I was determined to ride the swells in the ocean. (By the way, we got awesome shells. I’ll take pictures of them soon.) I finally was able to forget about my fear and just enjoy myself. We decide we’ve been out in the ocean too long and go back to the umbrella. We sit down, I throw a towel over my head and since I’ve been awake ever since six in the morning, I decide to take a nap since Tim just added another hour to the parking meter (Even though we were all tired and wanted to leave… so when we wake up- the sun has moved and got underneath the umbrella. Burned the crap outta my leg and shoulder. Since I had something sitting in my lap- I now have this funky pattern on my legs. It’s not going to tan right. I hope it all just peels off or something. Anyways—we /walk/ back to the car with all of our crap. I’m feverish. I’m cranky. I’m trying to keep it to myself. I just wanna go to a gas station and go change. We stop- I change. My mom decides before we leave, she wants to go look at gift shops. This is fine. Kirk and I go look with her. I take tons of pictures of awesome things that I find. I’ll post these too. Then we go home. And all hell starts to break lose. Alright. So My mother and I are downstairs the next day. Her third husband is asleep in the guest bedroom because he likes to take his naps midday. I don’t really care. Mom and I are catching up some more. So mom finally sais that she’s tired and she’s thinking about taking a nap. So I decide that there’s nothing I can really do since my computer is in the guest bedroom and I don’t really feel like focusing, so I’ll take a nap too. We all go upstairs- part ways and go to sleep. Kirk calls. Asks me something. I go back to sleep. He comes home later that night. Shit. Hits. The. Fan. Tells me that he and his mom were talking on the phone about when her and my parents can meet up. (See, this actually didn’t last long on my pissy list, to be honest.) And she asks what I’m doing. Kirk tells her I’m sleeping- and she does this “Mmmm-hm.” Thing she does when she doesn’t approve of something. Kirk tries to let it go. ‘Bout an hour later- he calls her back because it’s bothering him. She tells him that it’s rude of me to sleep while my parents are here—isses Kirk off so bad that he’s in tears—his mom is in tears. Just a bunch of worthless drama that didn’t need to happen. So Kirk comes home- tells me about it and I tell him “For all she knew, I could’ve been dog sick from the sunburn. It was none of her business in the first place.” But I explained to him why I was sleeping and he felt better. We didn’t however tell his mom because it /wasn’t/ any of her business. So here we go. The day after- mom’s third husband is wanting to grill for us. This is fine. This is nice. What isn’t nice is the fact that when we’re all talking and I’m trying to explain to my mother that there’s a difference between tipsy and drunk and she was definitely drunk this one time long, long ago—Tim opens his nasty ass mouth after I announce that I win because I had so many people agreeing with me (this is my way of being silly btw) Tim proceeds to be a smart ass and say “Only in your mind- only in your mind.” This aggravates the fuck out of me. He’s treating me as he used to treat me when I was living with my mother. He’s a sarcastic fuck—when he opens his mouth- you want to shut it with your fist immediately. So /again/ I let it roll off my back. I don’t even /say/ anything to him. (Btw, I forgot about this- my mom and I are sitting in the living room a few days before this and I’m voicing my concern about how she’s like me when choosing friends- how we seem to make bad decisions in choosing because we’re so closed and when someone opens their self up to us, we give our hearts to them—mom took offence to this and I tried to explain that I meant no harm, that I was only worried about her. Tim walks down from the stairs and mom tells him what we’re talking about so he can join in and he gets overly defensive before she even finishes. He starts yelling about how I have no right to say that kind of crap and basically how I’m just a rude little bitch- just not in those words- and I shut him the hell up quick. He’s raising his voice to me- trying to start shit- he can haul his ass outta our house NOW. He gets even pissier and sais he’s coming back. I say “Not with /that/ attitude you aren’t.” So he comes back- he shuts his mouth and we get on with our lives.) Alright- now that I’ve caught you up to par X.x’ So this is where it’s over. My mom tells me she’s about to go take a nap- this is the day this all happens. Tells me she wanted to get some z’s in before meeting Kirk’s parents. I tell her when they call, I’m gonna go wake her up and we’ll need to leave right then. They nap. Kirk calls. I wake them up—and Tim jumps into the shower and commences his fifteen minute shower. I tell mom that he’s holding us up- that he didn’t need to jump into that shower. We needed to leave. She tries to get me to brush it off.. I do. I let it go. The damage has already been done. Whatever- let’s go when he gets out. Well. I’m still dealing with this sunburn- I can hardly sleep in my own bed without waking up from it—and I’ve managed to put on an actual shirt. Ow a shirt. So I’m kinda getting cranky again. The sun is on my shoulder which is the worse burn on me- so I’m asking if anyone has anything that I can cover it with- a towel, a napkin- anything will do- it’s killing me. I’m desperate enough to take the dirty sock from the floorboard and put in on my shoulder. So we get to the mall and we have to walk all the way from where Tim parked even though we /could have parked closer/ to the door. That’s a long way away when you’re frying your skin. So I grab the sock and Tim bitches at me. Tells me to leave the sock. I’m aggravated. When I’m being sensitive because of a burn or a sickness- if something has been keeping me awake for days and altering my life in some form or fashion- you just either keep your mouth shut around me or you /try/ to be a little sensitive. TRY. Just a TIIIIINY bit. I can deal. I can. Even if you’re just a /little/ snippy. I can deal. But when you’re a straight out asshole. What the hell is your problem? So I cover my sunburn with my hand which is hurting like a BITCH because I’m TOUCHING it. I get into the room and tell Kirk “Let’s just get this shit over with.” I sit down- the two sets of parents walk away together to go eat at Subway. To hell with them. Kirk and I play bust a move for a while. I’m getting my mind off of it. Everyone /finally/ comes back- Kirk’s parents leave- then my mom tells me they’re about to take me to eat at Shoney’s. I’m all what the fuck. You guys are gonna piss me off then try to make me feel bad about it by taking me some place special. I didn’t tell them that- but that’s what I /felt/ like saying. So we get in the car. Mom sais after we get done, we’ll go get a blizzard from Dairy Queen and take one to Kirk as well. We leave. Mom and I start talking about how I’ve come to the conclusion that people with different beliefs just can’t live with each other in the same house (We’re not talking about religion. Just different beliefs like- the way you eat or raise your children or the way you dress—it starts crap if you’re living with the wrong people that have opinions that they feel like they have to push off on you) And I start comparing this to how we used to live—when I lived with my mother and how we never got along. I told her that I still believed what I was fighting for and she still believed in what she was fighting for- so we just clash like that. Tim.. and I fucking hate it when he puts his two cents in- it just starts shit. He opens his trap and sais “Well, people grow up and their beliefs change.” And before he could go any further- I told him that I /still/ believe in what I was fighting for when I was living with them. And he tells me that I just need to grow up. And that took the cake. What I gathered from him saying this was since we didn’t and won’t ever have the same beliefs- this will always make me an immature little brat. Because I don’t believe that beating a child will solve things- that it’s not okay to take a tiny blanket to school that’s barely noticeable- that turning around and mentally scarring your child is fine if it gets the point across--- because I don’t believe this- because I don’t think like them and will never EVER think like them- I will always be a child and with that. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up for myself. I told him I was tired of him treating me like a child. I said this in a decent tone. In a matter of fact tone. I said this wanting to just hear an apology. I told him that ever since he’s been here, I’ve been offended right and left by the things that he’s said to me- the tone that he’s spoken in to me. And halfway through my standing up for myself—he turns the car around. Asks me if I have a key to my house. I didn’t give a fuck if I ate at whatever place anymore. I did what I needed to do and he didn’t like being set in his place. I told him that Kirk and I busted our ass to clean up the house- to treat them the way we’ve been treating them while they were down here. Hell- I even went out and took a dollar from our fifteen bucks that was in our bank account after rent and got fingernail polish remover just so I wouldn’t offend them with my black painted toenails. I wanted their stay to be perfect. I cooked for them- cleaned up after them- made sure they were comfortable. And I was spit on. Even though it wasn’t foreward- even though it wasn’t made loud and obvious- I caught them every time. And before anyone goes off and sais “I think you were being a bit nit picky” You need to know Tim and our past. It was disastrous- if your child protective services were around- they would have taken my brother and I away—and now that I know that- I really wish I would have called. ANYWAYS. So they take me home. I’m determined that I’m not going to be there the entire time that they’re staying—which is only a day more. I leave for my neighbors house. I tell them what’s going on and they’re just as irritated as I am about this. They’re all “Oh no he didn’t” Kind of thing going on. And Crystal, one of our neighbors is going on about how we cleaned for three straight days trying to get our place perfect and all Tim wanted to do was do shit like this to stress Kirk and I both out. She told me she wouldn’t have even taken as much as I had taken. They would have been gone. So my mom finally comes back. I walk upstairs and ask her to follow. We stand in the guest bedroom doorway for a while—I’m trying to talk her into helping me fix the situation so they can stay longer. But she sees no wrong in what Tim’s said. She keeps saying to me “That’s not what he meant.” But when I tell her to go downstairs and ask him—that he’ll prove her wrong- she just stands there. She knows I’m right. So I go on about how I’m tired of him treating me like a child. I tell her that I was offended that they were visiting us in our house and they were /still/ treating me as if I were living with them and I was a delinquent. And then she said it. “Just laugh it off.” When I told this to Crystal- she had the same reaction that I did. You don’t just “laugh” something like this off. It’s not funny. It’s not even /somewhat/ funny. Anyways- it came down to the final straw—mom and I were standing in the doorway and she wasn’t budging. She had chosen Tim over me. She wasn’t taking a step back and looking at both sides- she was fighting for her other half. She told me that she knew where she stood. And I told her that I knew where I stood. And she walked downstairs and started packing her bags. I left to go back over to the neighbors house. Told them what was going on and they were so lost as to why my mom was siding up with him so hard. There was more said- I’d have to explain more and it’s all out of order, so whatever. Crystal was under the assumption that we were all fighting over religion because I kept saying beliefs- so I told her and she was that much more aggravated about the entire situation. Told me that I let it go on too long. Before she knew- she was begging me to go hug my mom and tell her goodbye- but I knew if I did, I’d hear more about it and they’d try to make me feel bad. I had to stand up strong – let them know where I stand about this. Let them know that I’m just as hurt as they are. So as they started to get in the car- my mom said good bye and I waved at her with a simple bye. Then her third husband came out and was trying to CONTINUE to start shit on his way D: I mean—seriously- just shut the hell up and get in the car right? So he sais shit like “Bye! Thanks for the hospitality!” And I say “Well thanks for yours!” And right before he tries to start shit—I say “That’s enough- just shut up and get in the car—SHUT UP AND GET IN THE CAR- I DON’T WANNA HEAR ABOUT IT JUST LEAVE.” And he got in the car—and left. The worse part about all of this is knowing that my mother was going to cry the entire nine hundred miles back home. It sucks knowing that she’s doing this and I’d like to not have her to—but I feel like it’s the only way to get my point across.
Anyways- it doesn’t end there. I decide before they go home and tell everyone how horrible a stay this “vacation” was, I was going to call my brother. I also let him in on how they were talking crap about him and his girlfriend—not just to me—but apparently to people in town as conversation starters. But that’s not the main reason why I called. I told him that while mom and I were in the doorway trying to work this all out (By the way- I did try to talk mom out of all of this crap. I begged her not to let this crap come between us- and she said nothing was coming between us- and I told her if this isn’t fixed, it will come between us and she just acted as though she could care less) Anyways- while we were trying to work this out in the doorway, she mentioned that my brother didn’t always have nice things to say about me- that he talked bad about me all the time. It just sounded like a bold faced lie. My brother and I have gotten along ever since my grandmother’s death. When he has something to tell me, he calls. And he even confirmed this. He told me he hasn’t said shit about me that mom was just trying to strike a nerve. Anyways- he texted my mother. Told her he was angry with her. My mom told him not to listen to me and to hear “Their side of the story” Oh and this is funny. Before they left- my mom’s third husband tried to take our neighbors off to the side AND HE DOES THIS EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME.. just ask Ry.. she knows.. anyways- he took them off to the side and told them that apparently it was okay for me to voice my opinion but not theirs. THAT WASN’T AN OPINION VOICING ERROR WHAT THE HELL. That was a “You don’t believe what we believe—therefore, you need to grow up.” … how the fuck did we get an opinion error out of that. That’s a BITCH STAND UP FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN situation. ANYWAYS. I’m sure you all took that wrong, but we here know what I’m talking about. Our neighbors didn’t really let him get too far. They pretty much told him that not everyone’s beliefs change so dramatically- that they still believe in what they stood up for years ago and that he should give me a break. So this is /their/ story. And apparently my mom’s third husband called my brother back—told him that this trip was the worst trip ever—that he just needed to hear /their/ side of the story. *facepalm* Micheal said he’s not listening to anyone else’s side. That he knows how mom and her third husband are and he’s not about to fall for any of their bullshit. So whatever. He told me he understood and that I should have known it was going to happen. That’s just the way her third husband is.
But either way. I felt really odd about the entire situation. I felt empowered that I finally stood up to my mother – to her face—and told her what was going on and she needed to open her eyes. I felt empowered that I finally put Tim in his place—even though he didn’t fucking like it which started this whole bullshit. But I felt bad about severing the tie with my mother. I’m sure she’ll get over it- but if she calls and wants an apology, I guess she’s gonna have another thing coming. I just don’t want that entire thing to have been a waste of time