mr_bigmouth_502
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Joined: 12 Dec 2013
Age: 31
Gender: Non-binary
Posts: 7,028
Location: Alberta, Canada
29 May 2014, 12:04 am
AceofKnaves wrote:
mr_bigmouth_502 wrote:
Sometimes you just have to be just a little rebellious. 
I've never liked following the rules though, whenever people present me with a set of rules I often find new ways to bend or sneak around them, especially if I think that those rules are stupid or unjust. If I were living in your situation right now, I would be going bonkers.
I've never liked following the rules though, whenever people present me with a set of rules I often find new ways to bend or sneak around them, especially if I think that those rules are stupid or unjust. If I were living in your situation right now, I would be going bonkers.Trust me. I am not actually the innocent person I play myself up to be. She hates us eating in the office, I found numerous ways of sneaking snacks into the den and munching on things.
She hates me playing loud music. So I play loud music just to annoy her. I am no prince. I just pretend to be, hahaha.
It's just she has kicked me out before, I lived 6 months couch surfing and being on the streets before she thought I "learned my lesson"
Gotcha. Trust me, I can definitely relate. I used to drive my stepmother absolutely bonkers with all of the dishes and glasses that would pile up in my room, which wouldn't return to the rest of the house until much later. She tried banning me from entering the kitchen after 11pm, and banning me from bringing dishes downstairs, but I always found ways to get past her. Usually, she'd put some dumb new rule in place, then I'd follow it for just a long enough period of time that she would forget about it, then I would go back to breaking it.
Now, when my stepbrother turned 18 (Alberta's drinking age btw), and she noticed him and I drinking around the house more often, she put a ban on alcohol in the house. At that point I was like "f**k it, I'm leaving", so I went back to my home town, couch surfed at friends and relatives places for a month, drank relatively heavily, and managed to stumble into a job AND my current living situation, thanks to a charitable friend's mother. I figured that if I were being treated like a child, and that if I wanted my adult rights back, that I would have to man up a bit. It sure as hell wasn't easy, and to be completely honest, if it weren't for my friend's mom being such a nice person and being almost like a surrogate mother to me, there's no way I would be in this situation right now. Either I would be suffering under my stepmother's iron fist, or fighting constantly with my mother's douchebag fiance.
But if you're wondering what my stepmom was like, well she was a lot like your grandmother. Maybe not as bad, but still pretty bad. We fought like cats and dogs, and my dad was right in the middle. She tried to convert him into her willing servant, and I wanted him to keep his backbone and keep being the "cool dad" he became after my parents divorced.
