I haven't written since the night I went crazy. Haven't had the energy or the mental strength to. It's been a little over a week, so I figured I should write.
Good news, we're finally (hopefully) getting the fuck out of this house! A few days ago, can't remember when exactly, it all unfolded. I was on my way to my mom's. I was carrying Sunny to the car and Jack's grandma was walking inside, and she just would NOT quit staring at me with this dirty ass look on her face. Whatever, nothing new. A little while after I got to my mom's, Jack texts me saying to come home real quick. Shit went down apparently.
So I get here and he said once I left, he went to make food and his grandma came in and just started talking shit about me. Saying I'm brain dead, retarded, stupid, that my family is shit because they're "rich" and don't help out?? The fuck. So he said he started yelling at her calling her the same stuff back so she tried to call the cops on him.
We decided we're done. We needed to find somewhere else to stay, so I called my aunt and I'm waiting to see what she says.
(Finished late, sorry)
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Non-FictionI know it's been done before, but I decided to use this as my real life diary for all the world to see. Yay!? Updated regularly ***** I'm a 21 year old mother currently living with my husband's family. Drama ensues constantly. Enjoy. (Names and loca...
