My mom must be a psychopath. It feels like only yesterday the family was torn apart by my father's cheating, yet I've lost count of how many times I've been amazed by her trashy mental recovery, being able to bring another man into the house after suffering such humiliation. If she had just hooked up with some total stranger, I might understand, but who does she think I am? A stone Buddha? I don't even trust my mom's friends after that.

It's been over a year since she brought that 'stepfather' character into the house—about two years total including this one. It's an eyesore just seeing him living here just because he's richer than us. As if I'd ever like him. Right.

Anyway, I'm not acting mean just to test his kindness. I'm just waiting for the day I finally blow a fuse and get kicked out of this house.

This is ridiculous. The guy is only thirty-three. Thirty-three. Someone only ten years older than me is supposed to be my dad? Fuck.