Well, as my days at this home draw shorter, and a knew, better place is dawning, I feel I may as well vent a smig, and tell you all what I've been dealing with. Let's talk about a man named James. I don't know his age, but he's a bit on the old side, though still looks young, maybe early 50's? He's been a family friend for a while, and he sells, and build guns and sound equipment. He was a good fit for my mom, because dad liked to relax and unwind at home, and mom wanted to go out and do things. James did stuff with her.

They've been together for a year or two, and after high school was done, mom begged me to come live with her. Ever since I moved here, James hasn't had a single nice thing to say about me, and now, I will list off a few examples that come to mind.

Mom wanted to get my a drawer, nice big one, so after a while, mom and James find a worn one at a goodwill, cost them 5 bucks. And we start fixing it up, sanding and refinishing. Now this kinda work pretty much sucks, but ya know, I start to get into it a bit, and when we're alone I say "Ya know, I can see the appeal to being a craftsman, it's a lot easier to work on when it's yours." And he replies "Well, you'll be using it.".... So I'm working my ass of for something that will now belong to you, which will occupy my room? keep in mind, Mom really wanted me to have something like this.

I got to the gas station, picking up a few things, I see these Mountain Dew Kickstarts, and there buy one, get one free. I get back home and offer James one, and he simply replies "Energy drinks will kill you." In a condescending tone. I mean just... why be sucha dick about it? for what reason does this assist you in any way? Oh also, PS: He smokes, and has a hacking cough which requires him to spit after xD

Before we got the drawers, mom went through the house to get a nightstand. She offered me a few choices, and I choose one that belonged to her. It was a little big, but I liked the look of it. James pops up, and has to know what we're doing. He says it's too big. We kinda just shrug. Later, he comes up with a measuring tape and points it out further. We say whatever, and we'll put whatever he wants in. He starts whining, saying no. Ya see, we can't just give him his way, he has to SHOW how he's right. And after a while he snaps at my mom saying "I'm just trying to make things match, Your the one that had to go and make a big deal out of it!" I mean... It makes me sad, how insecure can one man be in his own home?

I know the journal seems a little bitchy, but I swear, these are how these events have transpired, and these are only the first few that come to mind. You guys should know me pretty well by now. I'm kind, I want to help, I'm not a hard person to get along with, but this man has gotten under my skin. And it's driven mom crazy. Granted mom has issues with him on her own level, but she's actually taken it worse than I have.

Honestly the most stressful part is all this sneaking around. were trying to make this break clean, get most everything we need and bolt. I'm just grateful my mother is strong. James is the kind of man that acts nasty to my mother, and than apologies greatly after, doing his best to make it better, but than doing the whole thing over again. It's more or less an abusive relationship without violence, and once we're done, neither of us are coming back.

While he may not hit, he is simply emotionally immature, he whines, and groans and bitches, and when he doesn't get his way, he through a tantrum like a two year old, and it disgusts me. Keep in mind, your hearing this from a bloody babyfur xD. he's one person I care not for, he's given me no reason too, not even a little, and this journal is a way of putting it behind me. I have a few more days to deal with him, though thankfully a good chunck of that will be filled with work. That job is the only thing good about living here, and as much as I love the people there, it's not worth it.

As whiny as I'm sure I sound in this journal, I must say I don't think I've even scratched the surface, I'm not sure there's a person I know that I now hold more distane for, not My dad, who was rough on me at times, but now seems like a gem, not the Blood father that payed me no care, and didn't really bother fighting for any kinda of custody, not even the very few people here who have done my wrong in any great, or small way.

I look forward to the day that this is all behind me, and this stress vanishes. Once I'm free from this man I will let out a deep breath, and feel free. I still hope for Florida, there's just too much greatness there, but whether it's the summer or for years to come, I can't complain about the place I'm heading. I think I may actually get to feel at home, and I'm learning that you can't really put a price on that. Thank you any who bothered to read all this... well, crap xD I guess ever new chapter need a few bumpy paragraphs to really get good. Though there may be a few wrinkles to iron out still, there's a lot of good stuff coming up, I just know it.