• When my parents divorced it was for the best. I understood and didn't blame any one or anything besides the simple truth that my parents didn't love each other no more. Everything was okay for me. I really shifted into this new way of life easy. But when Mom met stepdad, I tried to stay away from her house because he was always there. When I was eight he was really cruel. He stuck me in a corner and made me stand there all day. He said it was another hour there if I moved, well I have asthma and I breathe through my mouth. He made me stand in that corner with my nose pointing towards the corner, I began to get claustrophobia and fear standing in corners as punishment. Pathetic huh. He always stuck me in that corner everyday but made me hurry to my room before mom got back from work. Why he punished me? Well I didnt eat the way he liked, I wasn't his kid, I was a kid from Mom's other marriage, I slept in to late on Saturdays, Mom spent a lot of money on me even though I dont ask for anything, and I didn't babysit my newborn sister. I hated him, I tried to tell Mom, but she thought I was exaggerating and lying. To this day Mom thinks I lie all the time, so does Stepdad. I hate his guts. I can put up with him but I hate him. This comes from a person who isn't really capable of hatred but, I guess every one is capable of hate it's whether or not you can consume and generate it.
    Today I live in a more serene state of mind. I block out Stepdad's words and just leave when he tries to be an a** to me.
    I guess this is just life as a pathetic girl I am.