wow that was the worst weekend of my life...

Saturday...can you say drama?!?
I didn't know what to think.
who to believe.
and what I really did know.
Saying that trust was tried would be an understatement. Trust was beaten, torn and ripped from beneath my feet, leaving but a tiny bit of reality behind.
That bit of reality was what I clung to. It was my life support and my only way of reason.
Things that I once knew and believed didn't seem as if they ever happened.

Someone once said that it takes years to build trust and only seconds to destroy it. This perfectly relates to everyone.

Now as for Sunday. It went by smoothly enough during the day. I spent a lovely evening with Brent's family celebrating his grandpa's birthday. I still had sore feelings from yesterday but didn't let it keep me from returning home.

How dare you speak to my mother that way?!? After all that she has done for you! How dare you!

We have been so kind to you and have given you a place to live. Is this how you repay us??? By yelling at my parents and taking your stuff. Sometimes your maturity level is no better than a five year old.

I HATE you.

You had no right. I can't even stand the sight of you and its going to take a long time before I can be able to forgive you.

They did not or have ever accused you of anything you incompetent brat. I HATE HATE HATE you.

Go get your own damn house you filthy mootch. Stop groveling and move back home with your WIFE.

I can't stand you. AT ALL.