Last night, my stepdad again went on another one of his drunk rampages, cornering me, brow-beating me, and just saying awful things to me. After a stand-off with him at my locked bedroom door, my mom showed up. I let her in. She held me, and I sobbed. However, this turned foul, and she accused me of being too sensitive, or too emotional, and blamed it on my hormones. She told me to get in the car, as we were going to the hospital to find out "what the hell is wrong" with me. I was fine with that, because that meant getting out of the house and away from my stepdad. It also meant a third party would be involved.
As we drove, we talked. Real talk. We decided not to go to the hospital. We were totally fine with each other. I love my mom.
A few hours after we got home, I noticed my hormone pills were missing. Drunky Mc->-bleeped-<-head stepdad had stolen them. How messed up is that? I did get them back in the morning, though.
I put up with so much abuse living here. He's been nothing but awful to me ever since he showed up when I was seven. My mom and I both tried taking our own lives on different occasions last year. I don't know how I'm ever going to get out of here. I feel trapped. When I start doing better for myself, he knocks me down. I feel so hopeless.
