I have met the enemy, and she is a bitch.

Spending four days in Colorado with some of my family was definitely illuminating. I see now that my problems with my father are for the most part not his fault. While we have occasional personality clashes, the majority of our discord has been on financial matters. This always puzzled me a little, as my dad makes fairly good money as a lawyer. But I don't even get a chance at it, because his gold-digging, money-grubbing, second wife uses it all up. She can't seem to buy enough clothes, unnecessarily redecorate and remodel their house, or insist that they go on 3-5 vacations a year. Apparently she needs a break from not working. She is completely incapable of living within his means, ample though they may be. I weep for my five year old step-brother, not only for having her genetic material, but also having her as a parent. Half the time, she acts more like an infant than he does. And because my father is so completely pussy-whipped, I now have no money for college.

On our trip, she not only referred to my father as "Daddy Warbucks" - which made me sick to my stomach by itself - but was also more than willing to spend his money willy-nilly on anything that struck her fancy, but then when he didn't have any cash and needed to borrow some of what she had in her purse (which he had given to her earlier) she suddenly becomes Mrs. Frugal Bitch. Apparently she had counted on spending it on herself at some later juncture.

I hate her with every fibre of my being, I really do. I am currently seething with the rage I was forced to contain during the trip, because it would not have gone over very well if I had punched in the face as I so wished I could. Besides, if I had injured her jaw, she wouldn't have been able to suck my dad's dick anymore, and then what good would she be?

  posted by Matthew @ 1:26 PM