I'm not sure if any of you know this, as I haven't really been active recently, but I moved to Texas about 3 months back. Ever since, stuff went down the drain faster than you can flush the Great Mighty Poo.
It started with my (biological) grandma's husband. An old fatass who just sat on the couch all day and watched TV. He made EVERY attempt possible to get us out of his house.
When we moved to an apartment so we didn't have to listen to his crap, we got evicted via stepdad getting arrested. We had to move back. Old fatass McGee was all out this time.
Eventually, our stepdad came to say his goodbyes and it escalated into 3-day warfare between them. Every day was another reason for argument. Eventually he had to go back after his 3-day time limit was up, it reached it's breaking point as we drove to bring him back. They broke up, and now we're going back to fatass McGee. We plan on moving back to Danville where at least we can get some help from our grandpa.
Thanks for listening to my sob-story, Blocklanders. You've been by my side every step of my life.
