I love it when my mom has trouble with her cell phone and my completely technology illiterit step father tries to help her. It's like watching a teacher try to teach a first grader rocket science. Then I come over and try to make the situation easier. ("you don't HAVE to erase missed calls, just acknowledge them and they go away.") But of course that would be screwing up the memory in some way, shape, or form.
Then the other day, I had to greatly restrain myself as my step father bashed my real father in an extremely disrespectful manner and expected me to just sit there and take it. All the while, Taylor congratulated me on holding back my angst. I can't believe my step father expects me to respect him when he throws so little respect at me. His version of apologizing for being an ass, is calling me an ass with an attitude and telling me that I need to change it before stepping into his house. Which isn't even his, it's my older brothers. At least he didn't throw a bitch-fit when Taylor and I were laying on the couch together. If only we could have had more time to be affectionate. It's what we crave for these days. Togetherness...
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