Some More News

Ok, so, I'm fine. I guess. At the moment I'm staying with a very gracious friend and his wife, sleeping in one of their recliners at night and heading out to do DoorDash during the day (I make like 40 bucks per day on average and it adds up really quickly, especially when I only have to pay like $214 per month to finance repairs on my car's wheel bearings and stuff.)

Oh, and I pissed my dad off real good. It turns out that people don't like others' documenting when they're verbally or mentally abusive, and him and his wife are VERY concerned with me doing exactly that and sharing the accountings of my experience with his wife's daughters (my stepsisters). They seem to care more about their shitheadery being documented than they care about being better and just not yelling at people or saying headass things. It's wild.

Oh, and apparently recording in-person conversations without the explicit permission of everyone taking part is illegal. It works differently when it's a phone call or when you're in a public place with no expectation of privacy.
However, it's only a misdemeanor and generally speaking is used to prosecute people for wiretapping / planting secret devices, especially having to do with buisiness stuff rather than domestic stuff. The maximum penalty is a year in jail and it's very unlikely that a judge would sentence a first-offender to that especially when the recordings were taken for the sole purpose of documenting what was said to me and how.

I got a new phone number

The other day I went down to USCellular to get phone stuff worked out and get the FUCK off my dad's phone plan as he's migrating to T-mobile. He basically held me hostage during that time, we walked in, he convinced me to hand him my phone (which was entirely unecessary and I should have seen it as a red-flag), then with my phone in his posession he said we needed to talk about something in the car -- he basically threatened to have me arrested for recording them and had me delete the copies of said recordings off of my phone and blog (This blog).
Pretty sure that forcibly holding onto something of mine while threatening me with stuff is illegal, that wasn't his phone and he had no right to hold onto it to keep me there and force me to do what he wanted.
I have a new phone number now.
I'm not going to message him for QUITE SOME TIME after that bullshit and the "we're very upset and you need to apologise" -- NO I WIlL NOT APOLOGISE.

I will NOT be blamed for documenting my experiences being bitched at, verbally abused, having the stepmother threaten to throw things at me, NO. Fuck that. I was fully in the right to record that shit, FUCK that law in particular.
In what fucked up world does it make sense to punish someone for recording themselves being verbally abused?
I'm not sorry. I wouldn't have felt the need to record at all, ever, if they didn't consistently say such fucked up things that made me feel like I needed records to protect myself and others.
Trying to make me out to be the bad guy for that is some serious bullshit and I won't have anything to do with it.
Don't want me around? Wish granted. Kicking me out to live in a car and then chastising me about not keeping a fucking manual labor job at the same time is a good way to make sure you don't see me, as well as threatening me, holding my phone hostage and insisting that I need to say SORRY for trying to protect myself.

This is just like that time my dad tried to attack my friend Cameron for no fucking reason and Cameron pulled a knife to defend himself. My dad was so goddamn butthurt that Cam didn't just allow himself to be assaulted and participate in a fight he had no desire to be in. You can't just attack people and then get mad when they pull a weapon to defend themselves, that's fucking delusional.
He tried to say that sharing those recordings constituted "defamation of character" -- like, no, that's just what happens when you say shitty things. You lose fame. Maybe don't be such a dick to people and they won't have a problem with you doing that.
Anyway, I digress. That's what's gone on recently. I'm glad I don't have that number anymore. I don't even want to give the number to my brothers in case my dad asks them if they have it. Nobody needs my contact, I don't trust that they'd use it for any good reason. The stepsisters can still message me on Instagram like anybody else.
Lie in the bed which you made and act all high and mighty about it, that's not my problem anymore. Apparently it's super noteworthy that they let me stay at their house for awhile "sticking (their) neck(s) out for (me)", apparently it's "besidses the point" that the entire time I was paying $500 per month for the privilege of washing their dishes every night of my life and being bitched at, told to shut up, interrupted when I was just trying to enjoy myself and the stepmother couldn't even bother to put her dishes in the sink and splash some water on. Oh yeah, they stuck their necks out REALLY far by making me into a housemaid that was paying them to be shit on. The fucking lack of awareness and lack of empathy is astounding. Fuck helping people and as.king for them to do their part or expecting nothing in return. People are supposed to make sure their kids have a better life than they did, but my dad seems pretty keen on making sure that this part of my life is just as stressful and fucked up as what he went through when he was "down and out" (because he kept going to jail, mostly).

Anyway....

I think I've said plenty for this post. It's a shame things turned out this way. If I had managed to find somewhere to move or he didn't kick me out, then I never would have quit the construction job and things would be somewhat normal instead of how they are now. Unfortunately the boomers have no awareness of how things are outside of their little worlds. Economy is shit? Housing market is shit? They don't care, they worked for what they have and only have measly 100k-ish debt to pay when they're both in their fifties. I just need to work hard like them xD. Jesus fucking Christ.

Oh yeah, it's also my birthday tomorrow. What do you figure the odds are that any of the stepfamily will remember the url to my site since the links to it are gone? idk. Happy birthday to meeeeeeee pissed off the famillyyyyyyyyyy wheeeeeeeeeee