In my last few blogs, I’ve said how we’ve moved out of the motel and in with this guy named Ed. Well, yesterday, things got worse. He brought his other son, Boo, over to spend the week here. See, Boo lives with his mum some 3 hours away. So Ed doesn’t get to see him often. Now, Boo is 15. Out first, he seemed like a very good kid. Quiet, smart, good looking, neat, etc. He quickly proved otherwise.
Mum was sick yesterday, so she was trying to sleep and rest. It was some 24 hour bug. You know. *shrugs* Anyways, Ed’s kids, Boo, Brandy, Noah, and Emily were all here. As if three kids aren’t bad enough. Well, correction, Emily isn’t that bad. She’s pretty quiet and is a good kid. She mostly just watches TV and plays on her cell phone quietly. So I can’t complain about her.
Boo, Noah, and Brandy aren’t so good though. No. They are loud, rude, disrespectful, messy, inconsiderate, and just over all awful to deal with. They are HELL.
All yesterday, they were blasting the TV as they played video games. They kept screaming at each other and at the TV. They were hitting golf balls against all of the walls and windows—particularly our bedroom window. They kept jiggling and playing with our bedroom door knob. They were shooting off BB guns in the house and at each other! They were even firing at each others faces on purpose!
Funny thing is though that Ed, their father, says that the kids respect and understand that guns are not a toy. Obviously, he is VERY WRONG. If they understood that guns weren’t toys, then they wouldn’t be shooting them off in the house, let alone at each other or in the face. Let me also add, that they were NOT wearing any form of protection to keep from getting hurt. Boo, the 15 year old, should know better, but no, he was encouraging it and going right along with it. Yeah, it sounds like they really respect and understand the dangers of guns.
I do understand that BB guns are fun to play with. But they’re not for playing in doors, let alone shooting at each other—especially without protection! I knew someone who shot a kid with a BB gun. The kid lost his eye. He was 17 years old. So they’re not toys and they do need to be careful. Not to mention, though it is less important, they’re leaving holes and dents in the walls of the apartment building where we live. Its not even ed’s building for his kids to wreck! He rents this place and can be kicked out literally at any time!
What really pissed me off at the end of the day though was the fact that the kids ate peanut butter and waffles. This would be fine had the kids not gotten peanut butter, waffles, and waffle syrup EVERYWHERE. And when I say everywhere, I mean it literally. It was all over the floor, the tables, the throw rug, the chairs, MY SHOES, everywhere! There were even dishes all over the place. The dishwasher, by note, works and it was empty. But they couldn’t clean up or put their dishes away.
Finally, I was disgusted. I asked them to clean up. They ignored me. I asked them again, they ignored me. I ended up asking many more times. Soon I was getting responses of “we didn’t eat that.” and “those aren’t our dishes”, etc, etc. I had been asleep all day and mum was sick. So who else made the mess and ate the food? Oh yeah, THEY DID!
I even told them that I would help them clean it up. But no, they wouldn’t help. They wouldn’t do anything at all. Now, I was frustrated. I went to talk to their father. I should have known better. He said, “I’ll clean it up later.” and i said no. I was having to deal with it NOW. Why did I have to suffer with this gross mess? I shouldn’t have to. The kids weren’t doing anything other then playing video games. So they could clean up. Ed disagreed. Then, he decided that he had to call his boss at that very minute. So I said fine and I left his office and went back to the apartment.
I was determined that this crap would be cleaned up. I began turning off their video game. They would just turn it back on. I swear I turned their dumb game off like 30 times. They kept turning it back on and ignoring me. Now I was PISSED. I went to Ed again. He tried to wave me away while saying “shoo”. Do I look like a fucking dog do you?!
I waited till he got off the phone. I waited a long ways away, so that he could have privacy during his phone call. When he got off the phone, I went to talk to him again. This time, I was more angry about it and demanded he do something. He completely refused and got pissed. He then started telling me off and how I should have more respect. He later told me to, and I quote, “Go to your room.”. My mouth literally dropped open. Who did he think he was? My father?! NO. And I told him that. He got pissed. But so was I. I wasn’t backing down.
He then told me that my mum and I could get out. He can’t kick us out though. Since being homeless, I have done extensive research on renting and eviction processes. He can’t kick us out just by saying “get out”. *rolls eyes* He ended up taking it back and saying that we could stay, but that’s not the point.
I did end up going back to the apartment and my room and told my mother everything. She was pretty pissed about the entire thing too. In the end, I discovered and realized that Ed is an abusive, controlling, degrading, loser. He has no control over his kids, but he does try to control everyone else around him, including me. That’s abuse and its wrong. Not to mention, he’s always degrading my mother and I. Also abuse.
Worst of all though, he doesn’t respect my mother or I at all. He demands that we respect him, but he never does the same in return. He also wants us to respect his kids and they have even less respect for us and him. They don’t listen to or respect him either. Its pathetic and he doesn’t see it that way.
Over all though, I’m still furious. He never listens to me or what I have to say. Its his word, his demands, his wants, its all about him and that’s not right! he’s not going to control me or disrespect me let alone my mother! He can try what he wants with me, but he will respect my mother.
But whatever, we’ll see how this all turns out. Its not over until the fat lady sings. And since there is no fat lady here, this won’t be ending any time soon. I’ll keep you all updated.