Your a bitch

No one ever said the teen years are easy.

I know that every single grey hair that is on my parents head is from me. My brother was either a saint or they were too tired to deal with him after I left the house.

My J is visiting with...THE AH!!!!! We all know that he is a very mean man. His verbal abuse is never ending. Yes - it may be curbed for a day or two...But eventually...He vomits his anger and hatred to the world and stings a few souls along the way.

He still gets under my skin. He really gets under my skin when his venom is towards our offspring.

J is no saint - J is no angel. She is spoiled and vain and probably been coddled way to much. HB says that I overdo it at time to try to make up for the hurt she is constantly in due to him.

She's been an only for a while and prefers it that way. Slowly, she is learning that they world cannot revolve around her. Sometimes some new folks come into the mix and you must learn to deal.

The person that I can only deal with in small spurts is The AH.

She has taken on the task of visiting for a week or (gulp) two. I thought things were going well and I was pushing for three - until last night.

I want to preface this by saying - somehow both her and I always hope things will be better than the last. She just wants Daddy's love. Really wants to be accepted by him.

He was in rare form. He called my J a bitch. I heard him loud and clear. The bitch part came after his constant harassing while I was on the phone with her last night. The voice got louder, the stuff he was pulling from his ass was getting meaner and when he finally got her attention - he called her a bitch.

J proceeded to put on her shoes and walk out of his apartment.

J is in a strange city. J is quite melodramatic. In her world she was going to find a payphone and call me. Her Dad runs after her - she's pretty much lost in his complex and returns like nothing happened.

I tell her not to pull stupid stunts like that - I tell him to stop calling her names.

Is it any wonder why I will go home tonight and possibly tie one on?

HB says I speak to them both as children. I hang up vowing not to get in the middle.

"HEY - AH, WELCOME TO MY LIFE!"

Your the bitch!