After making the point not to tell my mother about my decision on my statement I discover my father told her this morning (he didn’t know she wasn’t to know just yet). So there that went down the shitter. That wasn’t the only plan flushed though.

Today’s discovery is just so left field it’s perfect for them. The amount of money I’ve lost on bets I should have taken on their asses & the bullshit they pull, I swear, I’d be a fucking billionaire.

I find out a whole 2 days before arriving back in Scotland that my mother & step-father are going on holiday for 2 weeks in October – the beginning of October. Right smack bang in the middle of my time there.

What’s so bad about that I hear you ask?

Well, I can’t stay in the house because they’re having work done. Work that apparently they have no choice in & can’t re-schedule – because apparently they didn’t schedule with anyone.. they “just found out the other day”. Yeah, because having the bathroom re-furbished is one of these things that simply cannot be negotiated right.

So the job I was planning to take in the village where they live is evidently not an option anymore since half way through I’m going to have to quit & move away. Perhaps as far as the next city because I have nowhere else to go. It’s completely fucked off any plans I had & evidently, they don’t give a flying fuck about it.

“But what’s the job in the Village? What’s the job? What’s the job in the Village?”

She just can’t help herself. Like that has anything to fucking do with it. The job is neither here nor there, especially after they’ve fucked it off. All that was was a diversionary tactic & that doesn’t fly with me.

So tell me mother, how’d it go?

“Well, lets go on holiday for two weeks then”

“What about Aria”

“Oh, she can just go stay with her dad”

Uh huh, & the evil little Chinese woman who also lives there that isn’t on speaking terms with her? Right.

So you know what, I emailed my father & I’ve asked him if I can stay with him. For the whole ten weeks. I’ve told him I will make a real effort with his wife – because I’d rather deal with that than this anymore. She may be very difficult to get along with at times, but she has never tried to exert any kind of control over me – She might be a bitch, but she’s not a narcissist.

Like I don’t have enough to be upset about right? It hit me pretty hard & has actually been the first thing I’ve ended up crying over in all this. I mean, they didn’t tell me, my father did. They were going to wait until I was there, lure me into that false sense of security then they were going to drop the bombshell. Which is exactly what my mother did with her excited email about the engagement because she knew she she’d soon be fucking me off. I would still be as unaware if I hadn’t emailed my father this morning.

I know fine well that this has been my step-fathers doing. He snubbed our engagement & this is his payback. I would put all my money on them going to Florida for those two weeks. Just you watch. Never mind pulling that card whilst I’m actually here though right, wouldn’t want to come & visit me 5,000 miles way. He never bothered for three years when I was 1,000 miles away so why now.

So I rang my mother & tried to have a conversation with her about what the hell was going on. But heaven forbid she’ll actually stop hiding behind her bastard of a husband. She pulled her usual “hang on a minute” and put him on the phone. At which point I put Bear on the line. The best part of that conversation, or what he could actually make out of what the hell he was saying was;

“Why can’t her mother speak to her?”

“Why can’t she speak to her mother?”

“Because she handed the phone to you?!?”

For crying out loud. So my mother comes back on & quite like my step-father did to Bear, I hung up on her. I’d had my fill of her utter stupidity. And you know, I’ll be cutting off their asses – primarily my step-fathers – after Bear & I marry anyway. I’m so done with this crap. There’s far too much going on right now without the petty bullshit they’re pushing on me.

If we had known, we could have planned my return flight differently but apparently that’s my fault since I (cue my mother’s ‘cutting off her nose to spite her face’ voice) “wanted to be there for Christmas & your birthday”. And there she goes with her “are you looking forward to coming home” bullshit. Is it any wonder I don’t want to be there for those dates let alone at all?!

But it’s too late now, not to mention we cannot afford to fuck things around with that. So either way, they are fucking my pay check. All the more reason to bite my tongue with my father’s wife & set myself up in the middle of the city. Perfect for job opportunities, not to mention saving a long commute.

So I await to hear from my father, hopefully before I get on that plane on Monday.