I don't know where to start. Apart from crying. Bath time - that's what started it. Or is it just that my thoughts and feelings do not count for anything, ANYTHING! It all started with them wetting the bathroom. Which causes trouble with mom. I can understand her point of view. Wooden boards, soak by tubs and tubs of water, just don't last even if you ignore the mould. I am the only one working and am up to my eyes in debt trying to keep this family together. If I have to get the boards replaced it will mean the whole bathroom being removed and refitted as the boards used are large and fit under the bath, sink, toilet, shower. So I said no please please stop. He went mad shouting that they can't have fun in this house. I didn't mean to spoil the fun and if we had a wet room I doubt I would have said anything as it would be easy to dry and fix. But we don't. And silly play like that always ends up with someone getting hurt and one of the children crying. He was so angry. It made me wonder how much he had drunk. Only four cans but silly play often happened when he had a drink which is probably how someone always got hurt cause things get out of hand. To top that he was downright nasty and sarcastic to our seven year old. And for once in my life I said that's not acceptable to talk to her like that. She was simply trying to explain the soap had got back on her after she had got clean. She didn't deserve to be spoken to like that. Nasty sarcastic comments. I lived with a stepfather for years and it just brought it all back. I might not have been able to stand up to a nasty bullying male like that when I was a child but I am damn sure I am not going to allow it to happen to my daughter. No way. I guess I should look on the bright side - on more step on the way to me discovering me.
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