Fuck you. I hate you. I don't want to be near you. I was so much happier without you. No child should ever be belittled by a guardian, ever. Man up? Sober up, you drunk son of a bitch. I'm a pussy? You have to depend on Mom to keep you alive because the rest of us will leave you for dead. You hated you're mom? Good for fucking you, I don't, because my dad wasn't there for me like yours was. And which is it, can I play football or not? Am I stupid because I don't interact with anyone physically, or am I smart because I have the grades to prove it? I'm too dependent on Mom? Because my mom's my friend. I'll never make it on my own? You got me there, but why does it matter if I need help every now and then. Interact you tell me, but you hide in your fucking shop, talking to no one and berating anyone who's too slow to do a job. I may not be what I want you to be, but at least I'm someone. Someone who kicked Cancer in the ass, someone who will tolerate you drunk, someone who gives a fuck. I wish you gave one back. Fuck you Jeff, burn in Hell, you're not good enough for my mom.

Edit 1: I wrote this during a depressive episode. He has never beat us, he didn't make us work to death, and sometimes his tasks are decent pay, but I also do stand by the fact that no (step)parent should belittle their (step)children. Teens may be addicted to tech, but most of us aren't bad people and getting arrested. This man is horrible at debate. You could say something that's entirely true, but if he doesn't like it, he just doesn't hear it. He doesn't argue to prove a point, he argues to win. Thinking about this, he was either low (he's a diabetic) or drunk. Self reflection on the situation gave me some time to reflect on what could've been going on and his state of mind. I hate him normally, but he's hellspawn drunk or low.