Ever since my parents split up there has been nothing but trouble, yet i suppose it has worked out for the best. I have the most amazing step dad, and the most amazing step family, so loving and caring. Whereas with my step mum's family it's completely different, whenever I am with them i feel like i don't belong. They all live in big houses and have lots of money, they take everything for granted.Recently my dad had to moved up to Bristol, because his wife Sarah got a new job. Ever since this happened there has been non stop arguments and fall outs, and i cant help but think, 'if only' they ever moved, or better still 'if only' they never got divorced.
My dad doesn't feel like my dad anymore, sometimes i wish Paul my step dad is.
Whereas before my Dad would always be supportive of my football and all my other sport, but now i just think he can't be fucked with it anymore. I feel that he sees it as a chore watching me play.!
A couple of weeks before Christmas i fell out with him. It was the lowest point in my life, i was depressed, i was seeing a councilor at the school and worst of all i started smoking, and with all my sport i was ruining my life. My sports teacher was concerned for my health and was certainly worried about me, after all what was she going to do without her star goalkeeper and goalshooter.
I soon stopped smoking i was determined to not let my fucking step mum win!! After all it is all her fault!
The arrangement to see my dad was always the same, every month i would go to Bristol for one weekend, and for another weekend he would come to Reading and we would either stay with friends or stay in an apartment in the centre of Reading. This arrangement did work out for a few months but, i soon was becoming bored with the fact that i would miss football training and i was also miss out on friends parties and social events.
I didn't see why i had to suffer after all i wasn't the one that moved. I then began to only see my Dad once a month. I wasn't really happy with this though i wanted to see more of my dad. I asked my dad if he would be willing to come down twice a month, and to be honest i didn't think that was a lot to ask for, but he refused saying that he didn't want to live out of a suitcase.... i didn't understand, because i have to live out a suitcase every time i see him. After that we fell out and everything turned sour, i didn't speak to him for almost 4 weeks. I was starting to wonder whether i was ever going to see my dad again. This went on for a couple of months. And in this time i wasn't myself, my school grades were going down and i was smoking and drinking nearly every friday night.
After a couple of months we made up, he finally agreed to come down twice a month although, one of those weekends he would only come down for one day, which personally i don't see the point of. I spent new year with him, we didn't do much but i suppose i had a nice time.
Last weekend was the weekend after mocks and i really wanted to go shopping with my best friend, i asked my dad that if on the saturday from 10 till 1, me and vickie could go shopping. He said no..
He then went on to say that 'I obviously would rather see my friends than see him' and to be honest that is so fucking true..!! He then added that to say that 'if you see vickie then I will not come down to see you in two weekends time'. How childish is that!!
After that conversation i was seriously starting to consider who was the actually child in that conversation. He hasn't phoned me in over a week now. It's all kicked of again, but to be honest I'm not going to worry cause i know how much of TWAT he can really be. He's just not worth my tears.
Lets just see how long this lasts for.... STUPID SHITTY LIFE!!