Post by HungryVegetable on Aug 4, 2015 14:01:03 GMT -5
I'm moving, for the sixth time this year. Being kicked out, along with my grandmother, due to our lack of money. We're going to a cheaper place, and I may be able to get a job soon(begrudgingly, but without hesitance), but have been unable to do so due to a plethora of reasons originating with my mom.
Last time we left a place because the place was temporary to begin with, before that because of bed bugs which we totally didn't bring there(got a nice cat from that place though.), before that because of a sickness, before that because of a lack of funds, and before that because I couldn't stand being with my mom any longer.
I'm also getting calls from my mom, as she's all stressed out about losing her job, now that Kmart is on a serious decline.
When I was with her, I at least had something of a stable roof over my head, even if that roof didn't always include plumbing, parental attention or electricity, due to her spending literally hundreds a week on her now ex-boyfriend's pot and never leaving her room when not at work/caring enough to be a parent. But I had to leave that behind because her ex was a serious bully and I couldn't take it anymore. Fucker made me go hungry frequently, screamed at me for eating food I didn't eat, actually called me an autist like some twelve year old on the internet and strangely, said if I didn't pursue girls, I should jack off more. I have no idea why that last one crossed his mind but it's the one part of his constant berating that still makes me giggle. Also freaked at me frequently for being too girly and such(I have some strong gender dysphoria at times, not that I ever told him.)
Basically it's all fucked and I've been having a rough few years and I'm here to whine about it, yay.
The one good thing about the last year in particular is that mom's abusive ex and his forcing me to go hungry led to me scrounging up any money I could find or get sent by my grandma and buying food I wanted, instead of living off my mom's money(like he hypocritically did in his thirties, while yelling at me, a teen, for doing so), which led to me being able to follow morals I had long wanted to. I became a vegetarian, before becoming full vegan. He screamed at me a lot for this too, as if it affected him, and my mom even backed him up, which was sort of the final straw before I decided to actually leave.
Worst of all, my ear is itchy in a place I can't reach it and I'm having a hard time drawing bubsy due to his cartoony style :T
Last time we left a place because the place was temporary to begin with, before that because of bed bugs which we totally didn't bring there(got a nice cat from that place though.), before that because of a sickness, before that because of a lack of funds, and before that because I couldn't stand being with my mom any longer.
I'm also getting calls from my mom, as she's all stressed out about losing her job, now that Kmart is on a serious decline.
When I was with her, I at least had something of a stable roof over my head, even if that roof didn't always include plumbing, parental attention or electricity, due to her spending literally hundreds a week on her now ex-boyfriend's pot and never leaving her room when not at work/caring enough to be a parent. But I had to leave that behind because her ex was a serious bully and I couldn't take it anymore. Fucker made me go hungry frequently, screamed at me for eating food I didn't eat, actually called me an autist like some twelve year old on the internet and strangely, said if I didn't pursue girls, I should jack off more. I have no idea why that last one crossed his mind but it's the one part of his constant berating that still makes me giggle. Also freaked at me frequently for being too girly and such(I have some strong gender dysphoria at times, not that I ever told him.)
Basically it's all fucked and I've been having a rough few years and I'm here to whine about it, yay.
The one good thing about the last year in particular is that mom's abusive ex and his forcing me to go hungry led to me scrounging up any money I could find or get sent by my grandma and buying food I wanted, instead of living off my mom's money(like he hypocritically did in his thirties, while yelling at me, a teen, for doing so), which led to me being able to follow morals I had long wanted to. I became a vegetarian, before becoming full vegan. He screamed at me a lot for this too, as if it affected him, and my mom even backed him up, which was sort of the final straw before I decided to actually leave.
Worst of all, my ear is itchy in a place I can't reach it and I'm having a hard time drawing bubsy due to his cartoony style :T