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So I came home, because apparently I took it upon myself to leave, my mother didn't kick me out of the house (what utter bullshit) and if I didn't come home everything I owned would be burned in the field.
So here I am.
I've been cleaning up the mess in my room for two days now. It was really, really bad. My art was ripped from the walls and shredded, notebooks filled with my writing and poetry from highschool were torn apart and scattered, the drawers of my dressers were pulled out and dumped, my books were all over the place. I even found my grandmother's bible in a crumpled mess at the bottom of the pile. And the book case? Destroyed.
There's glass everywhere. And I think I have shards in my hands and feet still.
My dad keeps going on about how he's sure she feels real bad about it, but yesterday when she came home and saw my childhood piggy bank sitting broken on the table (my little sister was going to try to super glue it for me, to make me feel better. She's so sweet.) my mother dumped all the change out, took the money and threw it away.
Yeah. She's real remorseful over the whole thing.
Today is all about keeping mom happy apparently. My dad is going around talking in undertones about doing the laundry for her, and making sure to smile when she is around and not spending too much time watching TV or on the computer and make sure we watch out attitudes, and really Sarah, I know she was wrong to do what she did, but you just need to be the bigger person and swallow it blah blah blah. She's spoken to me twice today. Once to ask what did I think I was doing on the computer ("Writing." was my very short answer) and to ask if I had finished packing. ("No. Too busy cleaning.") Other than that we are both doing our hardest to pretend that the other person doesn't exist.
But during all this I have still managed to write some. This J2 story is past 7000 thousand words now, which makes it the longest one-shot story I've ever written. (Yay!) I'm still not finished with it though, and I seriously need a beta. Anyone interested?
So here I am.
I've been cleaning up the mess in my room for two days now. It was really, really bad. My art was ripped from the walls and shredded, notebooks filled with my writing and poetry from highschool were torn apart and scattered, the drawers of my dressers were pulled out and dumped, my books were all over the place. I even found my grandmother's bible in a crumpled mess at the bottom of the pile. And the book case? Destroyed.
There's glass everywhere. And I think I have shards in my hands and feet still.
My dad keeps going on about how he's sure she feels real bad about it, but yesterday when she came home and saw my childhood piggy bank sitting broken on the table (my little sister was going to try to super glue it for me, to make me feel better. She's so sweet.) my mother dumped all the change out, took the money and threw it away.
Yeah. She's real remorseful over the whole thing.
Today is all about keeping mom happy apparently. My dad is going around talking in undertones about doing the laundry for her, and making sure to smile when she is around and not spending too much time watching TV or on the computer and make sure we watch out attitudes, and really Sarah, I know she was wrong to do what she did, but you just need to be the bigger person and swallow it blah blah blah. She's spoken to me twice today. Once to ask what did I think I was doing on the computer ("Writing." was my very short answer) and to ask if I had finished packing. ("No. Too busy cleaning.") Other than that we are both doing our hardest to pretend that the other person doesn't exist.
But during all this I have still managed to write some. This J2 story is past 7000 thousand words now, which makes it the longest one-shot story I've ever written. (Yay!) I'm still not finished with it though, and I seriously need a beta. Anyone interested?
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