My Life Sucks - Big Time … !

I remember when life was so happy and mom and dad would hug and kiss and each Tuesday my brother mom dad and i would go to the mall together and i would go to the hello kitty store and my brother would go to the sticker machines.Ha ha ha! Life rocked and every morning my mom would make me blueberry muffins that tasted so good.My dad kinda spoiled us but moderately.One day he told me to make a wish and i wished 4 a dog and the next day he came home with a little puppy!!! I miss those days so much.Then we moved to a new house and life went to hell.Im realy young to be writing this(im eleven)but whatever.It started when we skipped Tuesdays once and awhile and then it grew to more and more and my parents asked my brother and i if we could do Tuesday on Saterday.(at these times i was only 5&6)I didnt want to but we did and we never had those days ever again.Then mom and dad started to have arguments and then they would sream at eachother and hit and throw stuff and mom kept getting very very sick and puking and taking pills(idk if they were drugs or not but i think it was judt a medication)My parents would knock over glass vases and i would start crying and hide.Now im traumitized from the noise and i kinda break down wen i hear it.then my parents would get in such big arguements that my dad would leave and my mom would sit crying in her room. I would stay up waiting 4 my dad to come back trembling and tearing. Then i would write letters to god asking nhim to bring back Tuesdays and daddy and stop the argueing.It never worcked.Dad would come back late at night smelling like beer at times.Eventually the arguement got so big my dad would take us with him to a hotel all night and take us to school in the morning. I was in kinder and my bro went to pre.My life is all blurred in this area except some parts to personal 2 say.We moved to a new house later.(wer i live now-we moved wen i was in 2nd grade.)They still argued and then Valentines day came.My dad sed he had a buisness trip.he left for a looong time.He wouldnt answer phone calls and we wer just move in to our new home.we slept on the floors.my mom would wake my brother and i up at 3 in the morning and drive all around town pointlessly.One day my I heard my dad came bak and to meet him in hte church.(my bro and i now went to a catholic school–I was in 2nd and he was in 1st)We went there and he sed he got us a new mommy and she was in the church and he wunted us to show her how well we prayed.so we went in and prayed came out and there was a chick less than half his age in his arms.I was going to be a brat but i was to kind.i sed hi and we went out 4 lunch.l8ter my dad took my bro and i home.my dad was staying in a hotel with her.bla bla bla all this stuff happened and my dad kicked my mom out.She started to live in this little condo on a nice little golf course.We would visit on weekends.Later she couldnt afford it anymore.Now shes a hohbo that i hardly ever get to see in Sandiego.I lived with my dad and my new stepmom.I used to always pray and think of god and draw picture in this little journal and i would show my dad.One day he was out with his gf (wen she moved in he would NEVER pay attention or support us at all)And i showed him a picture i drew and he sed” oh ya thats her stupid little book she writes her prayers in!” And they both started to laugh.I was so sad that i threw the book away and i never prayed again.Later they started arguing and my dad thot i didnt care cuz i was ”used” to it.And i was getting sick of life so i stopped talking to every one. i wouldnt talk 2 my dad only sometimes. I did talk to my bro but i NEVER talked to his girlfrend.She started out getting realy mad and then i would laugh at her.then since she started to argue with my dad she started to suck up to me like a pathetic little leech because she knew if i liked her my dad wouldnt kick her out.and my plan worcked she was OUT.I realy didnt mind her that much mbut i am not stupid. I stopped talking at first as a test to see if she realy ”loved us”.Then i realized she didnt i was her tool to staying and i didnt want to be. so bam.She left.But karma came back around and i was living with me my bro and my dad.I have to make dinner for everyone and do all the laundry and all the cleaning and teach my little bro manners.I get in trouble for everything my dad treats me like **** at most times.My bro will leave a mess an i pay 4 it. In the end everything comes back down on me.If i am completely exausted and make dinner a little late im in huge trouble.And after all this my family has a reunion (my other parts of my family) and my dad has the nerve–HE HAS THE NERVE TO ASK MY AUNT 4 PARENTING ADVICE!!!!
Well life is hard and everything is like a living hell i have to be my dads wife and my brothers mom and my mom. YIPEE!!!