Chapter 1
We got back from getting some donuts, I walked in the house and found the girls vacuuming and dusting. My mom was preparing her coffee. I put the bag on the table because I knew that it was clean and that when we were done we'd just wipe the table and place the tablecloth over it. But he took a deep breathe as if to say " why didn't she do what I asked her to do?" which was to put the boxes on the counter by the area that Gabby was wiping dust away.
I opened the bag laid out the boxes and open them. Asked the girls to take a break and have a donut. He asked for OJ, I got the bottle from the fridge and brought some cups to the table..
I opened my bagel and noticed the cream cheese wasn't spread evenly, I got a knife and started to wipe it across both pieces of bagel. As I did that, my mom asked me to sit. I said no, I was fine standing. She asked again, and again and again. I stayed quite. He then sat down and heard her asking me to sit. When he heard me say no, he turned to my mom and said "leave her, she's gonna be a pain today, just leave her." When he said that I felt like throwing something at him. But the better side of me just worked thru it and sat down. I sat, defeated, FINE, I'll sit. I sit down, ate my bagel. As I sat there, my mom is finished eating, gets up and leaves the table, he then finishes, closes the donut boxes, clears the table and leaves. Now I'm all alone eating the bagel, sitting. But as he walks away, I said to him " I didn't get a donut." He says " you didn't? Oh I thought you did." I said "no, I didn't, and I bet now your gonna think I'm an asshole because I am upset that ..." and before I could finish my sentence, he dropped the boxes, sighed, walked into the bedroom and slammed the door. I started to cry. My mom walks passed me, I grabbed her and said " all I wanted to do was stand. You insisted I sit, you made him talk shit about me and now look at how he has turned on me." She wouldn't listen. All she did was talk over me, saying "why can't you just sit down, I don't understand!" And there for that moment I thought "wow I don't matter to anyone. I am a child and have to do as I'm told?! I'm a fucking adult!" So I looked at her and said " Betty wanted to stand! Why can't I just fucking stand?"
If I would've seen him standing and asked him to sit, if he says no and I persist, he barks at me, and it's done. Instead now I'm in my car driving up and down the highway, angry as hell, wishing I were dead, when I should be home, preparing our Thanksgiving dinner.
I hate him so much
