Ok... here's something some of you, my lovely watchers, may not know. Me and my mom have been having some issues with her boyfriend of 8ish years for about.... 8ish years. And I really want to rant so please ignore this is you want.

We moved in with Todd when I was about 7, due to some job/money issues. I had never lived with a male in the house hold, ever. So there were a few things to get use to, like, shutting the bathroom door. xD Anyways, he didn't talk to me, at all, ever. In fact as I later found out, he was scared to death of me.
Now we skip about 6 years to when we moved into the ranch house... Now all the time we had been with him, he was a possessive jackass. But it got worse and worse. He told my mom what to do with the goats, sat on his ass all the time and didn't make any money all the while bitching at my mom for doing nothing, spending all the money telling her this and that. By now she was crying nightly and I was a little ball of anger =_= Finally it got so bad that she yelled at him something along the lines of- "GET OUT!" To which he ended up moving out.
Things were a lot better, the stress in the house was gone and, dare I say it, we actually started to laughed again('Cause with Todd everything was serious.)
But you know what? That little bastard is a fucking weasel, and not the good Itachi kind either. Nope. He told my mom, for the first time, that he loved her. This happened about, hmmm, lets say 6 months later.
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And she believed him.
As soon as he was back, it got worse again.
Now let skip to the pretty little perfect future.
We bought a house under Todd's mom's(pat) name. Where we live right now. And she moved in with us from Spokane. And let me tell you this. She is losing it. =_=U I'll have to make another rant just for her Anyway, It started to get even worse. So bad that I'm on the computer 24/7, not because I'm addicted to sitting on my ass all the time, no I'd rather be out doing something and moving, but because the people on here are sane, and nice, and they don't yell at me, and call me stupid. It's so much easier to ignore them, when I have you guys and for that I thank you. I love each and everyone of you ;-; Thank you so much...
But that's not why I made this journal, that's just me getting off track. What I wanted to tell you is that last week in therapy, Todd told my poor mother the thing the just broke her.
"I don't love you."


He's been using her the entire time. And we are moving out in two weeks. But shhhhhh~ It's a secert.