Right now, I guess my plea is for prayer, advice, or anything else you want to throw my way.
Here's my story:
I grew up in a little suburb outside of Philadelphia. We had an average sized house in an okay neighborhood. It was me, my older sister, my younger brother, my mother and father. My father, if you could really call him that, wasnt really a dad to any of us, he was an abusive drunk who would stumble around our house and yell and hit things. Well, generally it was a thing, occasionally my sister mom or I would get in the way of that, and it would be us instead. He wasnt a very nice drunk. He abused drugs just like he did alcohol. Needless to say, things in that quaint little house werent exactly quaint. When I was about 6, my mom filed for divorce. He didnt like that idea so much, and finally, we had to call the cops to drag him out in a drunken stupor. As per the divorce agreement, we had to go see him every weekend. Getting us to leave our house every saturday was a continuous battle for him. Over the years these visits became less and less important to him, and so, he would randomly not show. By the time I was in 8th grade, He didnt come around anymore, and we never heard from him or about him. About that same time, we were forced to move into a smaller house because we could no longer afford the one we had been living in. We reluctantly moved to a nearby neighborhood, and soon came to love the townhouse we now live in. My father never bothered to contact us again; it has now been about 6 years since I last talked with him.
My mother proceeded to live her life for us kids when he left, and the four of us together were quite happy. We were a family. When I was almost 16 however, she decided to change that. She met this guy at work, Ed, and started seeing him. Their first date was dinner at the house, so he could meet us. He seemed fun, he would kid around with us and we got along well that night. Less than 6 months later he was spending the night most nights, and had all but moved in. They were not, and are not to this day, even engaged. Gradually mom started to change. He got her to start drinking, and after going through a very difficult time quitting smoking, he not has her started on that again. He has, on multiple occasions, been caught sneaking around our rooms and convincing mom to do so also. She doenst make time for the family, and more than not, puts him before any of us kids. She is no longer a mother to any of us.
As hard as I try, I just cant seem to accept him or how he has changed my family. He's been tearing us apart... my brother hates him and despises my mom for being with him, I cant seem to like him or even much pretend to, and I no longer even look forward to breaks from school when I get to come home... I hate going "home."
I just dont know what to do.
Here's my story:
I grew up in a little suburb outside of Philadelphia. We had an average sized house in an okay neighborhood. It was me, my older sister, my younger brother, my mother and father. My father, if you could really call him that, wasnt really a dad to any of us, he was an abusive drunk who would stumble around our house and yell and hit things. Well, generally it was a thing, occasionally my sister mom or I would get in the way of that, and it would be us instead. He wasnt a very nice drunk. He abused drugs just like he did alcohol. Needless to say, things in that quaint little house werent exactly quaint. When I was about 6, my mom filed for divorce. He didnt like that idea so much, and finally, we had to call the cops to drag him out in a drunken stupor. As per the divorce agreement, we had to go see him every weekend. Getting us to leave our house every saturday was a continuous battle for him. Over the years these visits became less and less important to him, and so, he would randomly not show. By the time I was in 8th grade, He didnt come around anymore, and we never heard from him or about him. About that same time, we were forced to move into a smaller house because we could no longer afford the one we had been living in. We reluctantly moved to a nearby neighborhood, and soon came to love the townhouse we now live in. My father never bothered to contact us again; it has now been about 6 years since I last talked with him.
My mother proceeded to live her life for us kids when he left, and the four of us together were quite happy. We were a family. When I was almost 16 however, she decided to change that. She met this guy at work, Ed, and started seeing him. Their first date was dinner at the house, so he could meet us. He seemed fun, he would kid around with us and we got along well that night. Less than 6 months later he was spending the night most nights, and had all but moved in. They were not, and are not to this day, even engaged. Gradually mom started to change. He got her to start drinking, and after going through a very difficult time quitting smoking, he not has her started on that again. He has, on multiple occasions, been caught sneaking around our rooms and convincing mom to do so also. She doenst make time for the family, and more than not, puts him before any of us kids. She is no longer a mother to any of us.
As hard as I try, I just cant seem to accept him or how he has changed my family. He's been tearing us apart... my brother hates him and despises my mom for being with him, I cant seem to like him or even much pretend to, and I no longer even look forward to breaks from school when I get to come home... I hate going "home."
I just dont know what to do.
