The ****** Up People I Call My "family"

My real parents split up when i was in 6th grade, my brother in 8th. Right after they split my mom, my brother, and i were living in a 2 bedroom apartment. It was very crowded for the three of us. My dad was living in a crack hotel doing who knows what but he had money. He called every day and still does. About 2 years later my mom was pregnate with her new boyfriends baby. He is 17 years older than her. My brother and i absolutely hate him very much.

My mom decided she wanted to move in with this foul man. I was not ok with it. My brother was not ok with it. His kids wernt ok with it either. But we were forced. The house is always messy. My mom and i are the only ones that ever clean everyone else just seems to be complete slobs and it is so gross. There rooms were even filthy and smelt like mold and cat pee!

When the baby came things started getting a little bit better. They still arnt married and I still dislike him. He always calls me a ***** and tells me i dont do things but i do all the time. I'm always cleaning, every day. Mostly cleaning up after him! My room is the cleanist room in the house and what does he do? NOTHING!

Im tired of living here i dont feel at home and i dont feel safe at all. Sometimes i feel like running away but then i think about my brother and baby sister. I love them both very much and couldnt live a day without talking to my brother. It has been almost 2 years since we have lived with him and it just isnt working. :( I hate my family so much!
SorryImNotPerfect SorryImNotPerfect
18-21, F
May 24, 2012