I know I know, I haven’t written in like forever.

I’ve been working like a dog & when I do get a day off, I find myself sleeping.. like a log.

Things are still really stress full here, most of the script you couldn’t make up – I swear, it’s like living in a mental institution sometimes. These people are so off the wall & unpredictable. I can’t begin describe.

Latest in retarded news is that I’m being kicked out of my bedroom (if you can even call it that) for some 15 year old Chinese kid – because “his parents are  paying for him to stay here”.

Start from the beginning? I hear you say.

He’s coming to my dads along with another Chinese 15 year old for spring break – they both go to a posh boarding school in England. Tim – the one who’s actually related to my step-mother will be sleeping in the living room – because he isn’t paying apparently. But Jon.. He’s getting my room.

Where exactly does this leave me?

Well, apparently I’m not allowed to have a reaction to any of this for a start. I swear it’s like, they are offended because I’m offended. However, they can shove their offense up their arses because this is totally retarded.

I was given two choices – Sleep in the living room, with the other 15 year old boy. Or sleep in the bedroom, on the floor, with my dad & his wife.

I shit you not.

I mean, not only after all I’ve been through – which they are fully aware of. But aren’t I the 21 year old woman, engaged to be married & working full time? Where exactly does my privacy & respect come into any of this?

Where do I put my clothes? Where do I change? What do I do when I want to go to bed after a long days work – kick them all out the living room & make Tim come with me? How about sharing a tiny bathroom with 5 other people? – I had to leave the house the other morning without so much as a piss because I couldn’t get into the bathroom!!

And this isn’t, as was originally stated, for a long weekend – it’s for ten days!

I asked my mother if I could come home for said ten days & was told, in not so many words.. No. She plans on arranging for me to go to a B&B – which my father seemed offended by.

“Don’t you think that’s a waste of money when yo can sleep here?”

What the hell?! What doesn’t he get?!

We’ve been at each others throats several times since he told broke the news – & I wasn’t afraid to state the fact that as always with his wife, it’s all about money.

“Money is thicker than blood obviously, however, WY isn’t related to me is she, so why am I surprised”

I told Jon that he wouldn’t be seeing me whilst he was staying here & filled him in on exactly why that was. He was mortified but told me a little about exactly how much his parents were paying this money grabbing bitch for his ten day stay.

30 Sterling a night, FYI. That’s 300 pounds for the length. – Not so long ago that was $600.

He tells me this is “the law“. Which we soon rectified as “The bullshit WY blinded your parents with“. There is no law and whats worse, they say they are acting as his guardians.

Again, I shit you not.

I told my father;

a) I’d be expecting a hell of a lot more for my money & b) that’s over half his ticket to my wedding. – The wedding he can’t be arsed to come to because saving the money for the flight is too much fucking trouble.

Turns out, he had no idea how much money this bitch was conning out of these people with her law. – I’m only happy to stir the pot of course.

However, I think we all know who wears the pants in this relationship, so what more can I do.

It’s utterly pathetic. After all I’ve been through they still cannot support me.

However, on a final note:

I would rather be the YoYo I’ve been all my life than be a Cash Cow any day!