You know the saying "Blood is thicker than water"? Well, apparently it doesn't apply to my mother and myself.

This past week had been a little rough on us. Work was stressful for both of us, and Tamera was starting to get snappy at both of us.

We got rained out on the 4th of July, and made plans to goo back to my grandparent's house to do fireworks the next day.

We went to the house the 5th, and were doing the fireworks when my grandmother decided to be a bitch and break into the conversation between me and my cousin about Halloween. So I just ignored my grandmother. Later, I was taking pictures of my cousin and his friend for a photography contest, and my grandfather came out with some of my cousins stuff. Noah and I both said ok, and Noah told Papa that he would get the stuff just before they left. Then Tamera comes stomping over to us, yelling that as kids, we were supposed to do what our elders said the first time. Then she yelled at me to put the camera away, and went inside to ask my aunt if she could ride home with them. I took off walking home, and eventually my mother picked me up off the side of the road and we went home.

The next day, I had a crappy day at work, and came home. Tamera, first roll out of the barrel, told my mother to tell me to go out back and shovel Tamera's dog's shit. Then she preceded to talk shit about me to my mother, who didn't say a damn word! So I went inside to pick up my room, and Tamera comes into my room, screaming at me, with my mother right there behind her, adn still not saying anything. So I called Cassy and asked her to come pick me up. She did, and we talked a little before going back to my mother's house. I went in and was immediatly told by Tamera, not my mom, but Tamera, that I needed to leave, or she would call the cops. I said I would leave, as soon as I got some of my stuff. My mother finally spoke up, but told me to get the hell out of her house and she would pack my shit. So I grabbed a pair of shoes, as I was barefoot, and my wallet and left, with my mother following me and yelling at me that I wasn't welcome in her house, and she would pack my stuff. The last thing I saw before walking out of the house was Tamera, smirking. I climbed into my Aunt Amanda's truck, and went with my Momma Cassy to stay with them.

In the past three days my mother has brought me a total of two bags, two small bags. The first bag contained some clothes and shoes. The second had socks, my toothbrush, my retainers, and my Death Plushie (Skeleanimal). She has not tried to talk to me, not once, and she is telling everyone I left on my own.

But get this.

She has been lying to everyone, Cassy and myself included, for almost two months. She's been telling everyone that Cassy wants her to have nothing to do with the baby, which is bull bwecause she has kept her updated on the appointments, and has begged her to go to them. She's told everyone that Cassy left her with a ton of unpaid bills and that Tamera helped her pay them when Cassy is the one who payed them. She told Cassy that she wasn't dating Tamera, which is obviously a lie. And she's going around and telling everyone that I was beign disrespectful when I know I wasn't.

Not only is this going on, but Tamera is manipulating my mother into deserting Cassy, who is pretty much carrying her baby (looooooooong story there) and dropping me like I'm infested with the plague or something.

When it comes down to it, I'm done. If that's how this is going doen. fine. As of her kicking me out, I want nothing to do with my so called mother but to get my stuff. All of it. My Laptop and PSP and Camera had better be there as well. If anything at all is missing, you can sure as hell bet I will be suing her sorry ass for it. I'm sick of being the goddamn victim because she is too fucken blindto see what is happening around her. Until she realizes what she's done, and who she's hurt, she's nothing to me.