My "family" if that's what you really want to call it, used to take a trip, every summer. They started off fun. Usually we just traveled down the border to California, making sure to stop at EVERY beach along the way (mine and Kim's idea of course)
I remember our first trip down to California, it was late June, and every beach we stopped at, people were wearing parkas, and my step-sister and I were in our swim suits, in the ocean. Oh, everyone looked at us like we were crazy. Haha, they were probably right.
Our next trip was without my step-sister. The longest road trip we've ever taken. We went cross-country all the way to Maryland. We traveled through Montana, Wyoming, Oklahoma, Tennessee, Kentucky and many more, those are the only ones I remember off the top of my head. I have terrible memory.
I got a nice break from everyone when I stayed behind in Maryland, with my Aunt. My mom couldn't understand why I never wanted to call her for those 3 months I was there. I was so happy to get a break from everyone there. Calling would have ruined it all.
We took another trip to California the summer after that. The fighting began to show more and more. We were all happy to be home where we could go off to our separate bedrooms. After that we didn't take anymore big family road trips.
The biggest road trip we took after that was to Spokane, WA. We only stayed for a day and a night. By the time we got to the hotel for the night, my step-sister and I had seen a really hott guy and we were talking about him. Whispering in the back seat. My dad (as I often called him my dad, never my step-dad, never Lloyd) was getting angry, his face glowed red, he yelled "This is the last family trip I ever take with you guys!" when he jumped out of the car in a rage, after parking it, and stormed off on a "walk".
My mom got mad at me for that. I will admit, I argued back with him before he got out of the car. He was pissed because I was being a teenage girl and was talking about a guy, and my step-sister has always been boy crazy, even when she was little.
Lloyd has major anger issues. Several times we have argued, if I would have gotten up and stood in front of him, he most likely would have striked out to hit me.
You know, every time stuff like this would happen, my mother would tell me "He really does care about you and love you hunny." Even the therapist that he and I had to go to together told me this, I just scoffed and refused to talk to him. I'm not big on therapists. Why should I have to pay someone to listen to my thoughts when I could go online and find some random person to talk to for free?
I guess I'm just opinionated, but hey, it's okay to be opinionated. It shows you have a brain, and are an individual.
Dare to be different.
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