So, i don't use Gaia much these days, but it makes for a great place to vent, so what the hell.
I have decided to make a list, a list of every time my step mother has called me, or strongly implied, that i was a liar of something that i didn't do, and I even had a full proof alibi for, or a witness, or it just wouldn't make sense for me to do it, etc.
Note: These are pretty much in order of when they happened. These did not happen all at once. I will be adding to this list whenever a new one comes up that i feel the urge to vent online about.
1. The folder: My step mom had this folder with paperwork (I think art related stuff) in it, and it went missing i guess, so she's looking for it all day while i'm at school, and then when i get home, the first thing she does is come to me and say, "Hey Ryan, you don't by any chance recall you, perhaps, running over a green folder, which would of caused it to bend, so you freaked out and threw it away do you?"
Okay, firstly, I know that this one isn't calling me a liar, buuut, it is a long detailed plot thought out threw her mind, accusing me of secretly throwing out her stuff, and it even makes up a motive for me and everything. What the hell? Oh, by the way, the folder was found a day later, in her studio.
2. The table: Here's a good one. So we got these cheap little wooden coffee tables for in front of our downstairs couch right? They are some kind of light thin wood, and painted over with a dark black. Well, i came in 2nd in De for HTML, so i got to go to Reno for the Finals, and while i was there, something happened to one of the tables or whatever, and when i got back there were thre little holes in it. Not clean threw, but pretty deep, like a 1/4 inch or so. Anyways, the first day i'm back we're all sitting downstairs (Me, Deb [Stepmom], and Chris [stepbrother]) and Deb sees the holes. Well of course, the first thing she does is say, "Ryan, did you do this?" before asking Chris, and later Sarah. My stepbrother had seen them while i was gone, and knows that i couldn't of done, so he even tells her that it was physically impossible for me to have done it, seeing as how i was on the other side of the continent. We never found out who it was that did it, although it was kind of agreed upon that the most likely candidate was Sarah (she's pretty careless and probably wouldn't of noticed if she was being rowdy when it happened) but a few months later, somehow it came up, and she said that she was pretty sure i did and even asked me if i wanted to confess because "it was so long ago and i wouldn't get in trouble if i had."
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3. Dishes: So whenever anyone sees any dishes in the dishwasher upstairs that are clean, they are supposed to put them away, and since i can't reach everything, i just put away the ones that i can reach. Well, Deb kept finding things in this random cupboard next to the sink, when they don't go there, and told everybody* that if they didn't know where a certain dish went, to just leave it since she is the one who uses the kitchen most and she wants things where she thinks they should go. So after about a week, she is looking for something in the kitchen and, alas, it is in that cupboard, so she tells me directly, to stop putting dishes under there! I then proceed to tell her that i'm lazy, and if i don't know where something goes right away, i ignore it all together (and that's the truth, why would i look for where to put something when i don't use it anyways? It's easier to let her or someone who knows deal with it.) Well of course she can't handle the ideal that i'm not the culprit, cause no one else would be doing that, so she says "I don't believe that your not doing it, Ryan" and she grabs her thingamajigger and begins to make stuff.
Now here is where this gets great; while she's cooking, the dishwasher finishes cleaning some stuff and shits off, so my Dad get up from his office, (it's across the hall from the kitchen, and he sits in it and does stuff, usually plays solitaire, and generally tunes out whatever else is going on unless it would involve him) he comes over and starts putting stuff away, he picks up a random thing, and looks at for a second, opens the forbidden cupboard up, and sticks the object in, closing it as he picks up another dish. My stepmom turns around and you can see it in her expression, that she is like mixed with the thoughts of 'wow, i can't believe it wasn't Ryan', 'what is he doing!', and 'damn i can't blame this on Ryan now'
You'd think after that, maybe she'd start realizing that i'm not a compulsive liar, and i just try not to screw stuff up alot.
(* = she claimed she told everyone, but i'm fairly confident that it was probably Me and Sarah directly, possibly Lauren indirectly [like during a conversation, just say'i keep finding dishes under that cupboard'] and i doubt she even talked to Dad about it)
4. The tea pitcher: Here is the latest one. This is actually what finally caused me to start this, because i was going to explode if i didn't start doing something (not to mention now if she does any of these, instead of anger, i'm probably be amused at knowing that it'll just be one more item to the list, and when i look back on this, it'll always crack me up).
Anyways, here what happened; It's Tuesday pizza night, which is every Tuesday when pizza is two for the price of one, so after Academic Bowl (which ends at 5) my dad picks me up, then we stop by Dominoes and pick up some pizzas. We get home with the pizzas, and my dad is heading to the shower cause he is still in his work uniform, and asks someone to make some iced tea. Well i always make the tea, so i say i will, head upstairs, and start getting everything together. I get out the tea bags (1 small decaf, 1 large decaf, 1 small regular, and 1 large regular lol), i get out the iced tea maker, i get the sugar and a measuring cup, and then i open the cabinet which normally contains the iced tea pitcher, and it's not there. So i look in my cabinet, where it winds up sometimes. No luck. I check the dishwasher. Completely empty. I look in the fridge. No tea already made. The sink. Nothing. So i finally go downstairs and ask Deb if she's seen the Iced Tea Pitcher. "Oh yeah, i just washed it, it's in the dishwasher," she states matter-of-factly, so i reply saying, "It's not there, i just cheack all of the places it would normally be, i mean, i guess i can check again in the dishwasher, but i saw nothing--"
"Well it's in there, and i don't have time to get it, so you go get it and let me do this!" She says, (she was vacuuming cause my grandma was coming over)
Well, i go back, and check the washer again, and as it turned out, i wasn't blind, there really was nothing in there. Soooo, i call Sarah in the kitchen and ask her to check the high cupboards where the plates and glasses are, cause that's the only place i can't reach. She checks, and it's not there. Then she heads over to my cabinet to look and i tell her it's not there, but she ignores me and looks, finding nothing, but that's when i realize that there was one place i didn't check, because it wouldn't make any sense for it to be there; the pots and pans cupboard. Sure enough, it's there and i start the tea.
A few minutes later Deb walks upstairs and asks if i found the tea pitcher. I'm pretty sure the it was a rhetorical question since the tea was being made a mere 10 or so feet away from her, but i answer, "Yup. It was in with the pots, which i thought was weird," and she snaps back with, "Ryan, i don't believe you, i didn't put anything away down there, there is no reason it would have been there!"
"I never said you di--"
"I'm not arguing with you!" As she cuts me off, she raises her hand to dismiss it, similar to those obnoxious highschool girls >_<
I don't know what her problem was, but i was so mad at her for straight out saying that i was making s**t up, to my face, that i was seriously about to break down. I was really tempted to bring Sarah in and ask her where i found it, but knowing my stepmom, me proving my innocence would of not only upset her more, but i would've probably gotten into trouble for 'having to prove that i was right' which is basically what she says all the time, as a way to instantly dismiss any arguments i ever have for being yelled at. I'm sorry, but i wouldn't argue unless i was falsely accused in the first place >_>
5. The pillow: This is a short one. There is this huge pillow that we have, for no apparent reason, as it's been in the garage for a few weeks. It's been in there against a wall, and collecting dust. Well i'm down here on the computer, when the garage door opens and Deb says, "RYAN, would you tell me why you gave the pillow in the garage to the dogs?"
"... You mean the one in the garage? I never touched that pillow. But thanks for assuming it was me anyways..."
"Well go pick it up"
"Okie pokie"
So, i go outside, grab the pillow and head towards the garbage can when Deb says, "And Ryan, if you see something like that in the dog's each again, please remove it!" She later claims that that's not accusing me of anything, but if you heard the way she said, and think about what she said, like the usage of the word again, it implies that i saw/knew the dogs had it this time. So i start to say, "I never even saw it near the dogs--"
"Shut up Ryan!" She says with a fierce tone.
I said No, cause i was just telling her that I didn't know,
but she says shut up again, and again i say no.
Okay, so i probably should of given up, but you know what?
I'm a person too, and it seems like "Shut Up" is a pretty childish way to deal with things.
It also doesn't help that my parents generally do the, you know, sane way to handle things, like actually communicate and state our knowledges >_>
Bah.
*To be continued...*
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