Free at last!

The time has come for me to reveal what all my vaguebooking and vagueblogging has been about. Today my mom and I moved away from my evil stepfather and in to a new house. My evil stepfather has been making both of our lives miserable for years so it’s nice to finally be free of him and to open up a new chapter in our lives. If you want a textbook example of what an asshole my stepfather is, yesterday he told me that my dog doesn’t like me. It kills me that for now he gets half custody of that dog who supposedly doesn’t like me but hopefully that will change soon.

This was a man who regularly referred to me as a parasite. He claimed he was nice to everyone except me because parasitic people don’t deserve to be treated nicely. He told me I was lazy and did nothing with my life, contributed nothing to the world. He said I was essentially a two-year-old and deserved no say in anything. He constantly mocked and chastised me for my pacing and sterotyped movements. He told me I was only allowed to pace and stim in one room of the house because it bothered him to see it. He told me I wasn’t normal and threatened to have me sent away.

He claimed I was a liar and that nothing I said could be trusted. He even tried to blame me for the divorce. It supposedly happened because my mom refused to control me and force me to take down a ‘hurtful’ blog post . My mom rightfully informed him that I am not her chattel. Something tells me he didn’t even actually read the blog post he objected to. It wasn’t meant to be hurtful and after all the deliberately hurtful things he’s said to me, I can’t even begin to feel sorry about it.

As for me being a liar who can’t be trusted, I’m not the one who had an affair and denied it even when my spouse put the evidence right in front of me. I’m not the one who brags constantly about being accepted in to a prestigious school that I didn’t even apply to. I could go on and on about my stepfather but I think you get the idea. The point is he was filling my life with garbage that I don’t want or need so good riddance to bad rubbish.

Our new house is small but very nice. It’s in an over 55 community and I’m likely the youngest one there but I’m fine with that. I’ve always tended to prefer the company of older people anyway. We found out after we bought the house that old friends of ours live in the neighborhood so that was a nice surprise.

The location is ideal. I’m within walking distance of my father and godmother as well as several shops and restaurants. In back of us is the pond that has been my favorite place since childhood. Across the street from us is a clubhouse with a pool.

The house is technically mine because it’s under my special needs trust. It has not escaped my consciousness that societal norms say that at my age I should not be moving in to a house with my mother, I should be moving in by myself or with a romantic partner. I’m not going to let the unnamed others’ expectations of me bother me now though. Now is a time to celebrate.

At first I wasn’t going to post about my move on social media because I didn’t want to deal with awkward questions about my situation but then I decided fuck it, I was going to share my exciting news with everyone. Even if this move won’t mean complete independence or complete happiness for me and my mother, it will mean increased happiness and independence for both of us. That’s always a good thing.

My mom and I actually moved away from my stepfather and in to a new house two years ago but that move didn’t work out so well and we ended up returning a month later. I have a much better feeling about this move though because we’re in a much better location with a much better support system.

My birthday is the day after tomorrow. This is the best birthday gift I’ve ever gotten.