Why does the idiot have to be so cruel to us. I don't just mean me, I am talking about my siblings as well. He comes into our family and basically tells us that we are wrong. It doesn't matter that everyone makes mistakes, that everyone gets made, and says or does stupid things, but sometimes he blames us for to much. Recall the incidence over the dehumidifier, you shouldn't yell at me if all I want to do is what for my brother to turn up the tv. You can't say that we are all disrespectful, everyone has their bad times. We fight with our mom a little bit, and he'll come and tell us to stop being so disrespectful to her. Everyone argues with their parents, its normal. You cannot always agree with everyone. Fighting with someone who has higher authority does not make you a disrespectful person.

Its not our fault with him being away so much when his own kids were teens, that he didn't see this to much, or even if it never happened in his household. Or the fact that when he is working with teens in the area, they have to respect him. Sure, you show respect to adults, but you can't do that all the time, or how are we to learn about standing up for ourselves.

Its like a fight. One kid says something to another. To protect his pride, the kid who was insulted fights back, whether they push one another, or automatically break out into a fist fight. It is the same in a household, sometimes you have to stand up to someone else, even if you are suppose to respect them.

Somehow, I believe that people must learn that others get hurt. You may not like to hear what others say, but it is not like you can blame them. What is the point of hurting someone to make yourself feel better about someone else being hurt. I don't think that the idiot yelling at us helps my mom feel any better when we fight with her. Why? Because then she sees that the idiot pushes us farther away from her when he does that. My mom loves us, even if we she doesn't always defends us, but it hurts more watching someone you have loved since the day they were born look at you crying, if not already in tears, and leave because they cannot handle being around someone like the idiot.

I have to say that I must have walked out of the house in tears at least 3 times due to the idiot. Yet rarely before that was it because I was hurt. Sure their were times when I would leave, but that would be to calm down, not because I had to escape, not because there are days when I feel like I am in prison.

What happens when the place you are able to escape from the world, no longer is an escape, it is just as bad as what you are trying to escape. Where are teens to go when they no longer are able to call home, home. Whenever we discuss home in school people bring up the ideas of warm and loving people, a place where families happily gather. I want to laugh, especially, since the idiot moved in. I have comes to describe home as a dark place, a place where you get hurt by those who are suppose to love you, where you count down the days until you can have peace and quiet, where you live for the days when everyone has gone out, and where you escape to a book, a blog, a tv show, or something else so you can feel a little better.

I believe that people shouldn't have to live this way, but the world is far from perfect, and for people like me, until you are able to escape it all, find your peaceful place and keep it to yourself, let it be your own, until one day you are able to escape from home.