I'm so tired of that woman - I can't stand her. I guess part of me will never understand how my father could marry someone who so blatantly doesn't respect his children, and outright dislikes me, I think.
In the beginning I tried to be nice, but it never seemed to matter. At this point, I'm just exhausted by it - it's not as if she calls me names or is mean to me, which makes it harder to explain. I was looking forward to going to dinner with my father tonight - until I saw that she was in the car with him. During the entire hour we were out to dinner, she said all of one sentence to me, and that was because I said something directly to her. Forget about hello or goodbye, or a thank you for holding the door open for her to let her go in first.
It's all just petty, all just meaningless. I suppose that it's simply that over time - year after year - it gets so wearing and old and tiresome and hurtful that it just boils over and becomes difficult to handle.
I'd actually wanted to spend time with him tonight, but I couldn't wait to get out of there, as much as I wanted to be spending more time with him.
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