My dad and step mom got a brand-new deep red Expedition XLT. Fully loaded. The works. It's gorgeous and I absolutely hate it.

It's not so much the car I hate but the idea behing it that I hate. They constantly deny me money and complain about their debts that they themselves take on. At the same time I constantly (not as much as most, I know) go with out. My dad makes triple the amount of my mom, with out my step mom's income figured in. He is slacking on his end of the bargain, of what they agreed upon in the divorce. I am constantly pulling my hair out over money. I hate being concerned about money. It just makes me feel so helpless in the scheme of it all. I hate asking my mom for money I know we don't have. I hate asking my dad because he just gives me grief and lies. He can't afford 10 dollars of a school fee, "That should come from your child support." And then he buys a brand new car and a diamond ring for my step mom which I hate as much as the car- or maybe more (it's an edition to her wedding ring...). I'm just so sick of hearing numbers and digits. I hate so much to ask for more but my car has to go and there are things I have to have. I barely work with school and I know it's horrible but I am so glad. Work just pushes me over the edge with stress. My schedule is nearly impossible. But in a weird way I am so glad I have taken it all on. And until things pan out better I'll coninue to hate automobiles and jewelry...

kat