dining room or there is nothing
hi! my name is rosemary, i am sixteen years old. i have nothing to hide – i will tell youthis story in order to reveal the terrible thing that my mother has done… and i amsure she will pay for it, you’ll see. and i hope you'll understand where i'm comingfrom. until recently, i lived with just my motherin our spacious house, even though once i had a full and happy family. but everything changed around five years ago,when, long story short, my mother threw my father away.
well, i have no idea which reckless cupidcould've made my mother and father fall in love with each other anyway! my mother has always been a bossy woman. if somebody did not agree with her, it justmeant that they were wrong. and my father is totally different – heis kind and attentive... he always listened and was happy to support people in this way. i would probably prefer to live with my father,but you see, i had gotten used to these high standards for comfort, and my father… from my mother’s point of view, my fatherwas a softie and a looser who had achieved
nothing by his current age of forty-five. i hate to admit it, but my mother was rightto some extent. when they separated, my father moved to acheap and kind of ghetto neighborhood, where he rents a tiny apartment. he can barely even afford this rat-hole andhas to share it with his friend. so, moving in with him was not even an option. as i grew older, my mother paid less attentionto me. she thought that if i was able to make a dinnerfor myself, to wash my own clothing, and to get decent grades at school, her parentalduties were done.
in addition, she taught me discipline, severelypunishing me for disobedience and mistakes, so the lack of attention from her side wasnot that bad at all. even though sometimes i missed talking toher, you know, as mothers and daughter usually do. almost every night i made myself dinner andate it alone in an empty dining room. it felt sad. she was always hard to live with because ofher harsh character, but at the same time, her severity to everybody (including herself)helped my mother to become who she was today – a successful self-made businesswoman withher own company, it wasn't very large, but
it was super-stable. so my mother was always busy, either at workor at meetings with her numerous friends and business partners. all this had one positive impact on me – ialways had pocket money, so my life was totally bearable... before dylan came into it. dylan was my mother’s boyfriend. the first one i had seen since my parentsdivorced, which meant that things had gotten serious. and it was… very strange.
because it was impossible to call them a harmoniouscouple. you see, dylan was about 10 years youngerthan my mother, and he was one of these men who pays a lot of attention to how they look– regular visits to the gym and the barbershop to get this perfectly trimmed beard, expensivecologne, you know the type. as for my mother, no one would really callher a beauty, and she looked exactly her age, which was not very young, so they looked strangetogether. anyway, i guessed i would be happy if my mother’sprivate life would be whole again, if only dylan had not invaded my house in the mostpresumptuous way! nobody even asked me if i had anything againstdylan living in our house - just one sunny
morning i went down to the kitchen to geta glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, only to find a stranger in a long bathrobein there! i nearly screamed, but then my mother enteredthe kitchen and explained everything. can you imagine how upset i was? because i just had to accept the fact thathe was there, i felt like i was nobody. and this feeling only grew stronger with time. dylan did not even try to make me like him. he quickly started to behave like he was themaster of this house and filled it with his belongings.
but what made me furious was that he kepttreating me as if i were his housekeeper. dylan thought that he had a right to scoldme if i didn't wash the dishes, for example. including his dishes! soon my mother and dylan started to allowthemselves to make sarcastic comments about my presence in the house. as if they couldn’t relax and take it easybecause of me. it sounded like joking, but these were veryunpleasant and even mean jokes. they hurt me a lot. they even said that they should probably makeme live with my father.
i overheard this conversation when they thoughtthat i had already gone to bed. and i was thinking about it myself… butmy father was so poor! later on it turned out that i had my reasonsto dislike dylan. he was not the person he was pretending tobe. one morning, when i was in a hurry on my wayto school, i took his smartphone by mistake - we had identical models that were the samecolor. i didn't realize this had happened until iwas already in class – dylan, looking for his phone, called from somebody else’s number. when i realized that i had touched the phoneof my nasty step-whatever-he-was, i could
not resist the temptation to browse his contacts,texts, pictures… any and every place not protected by a password. and guess what i found out? i discovered dylan had been talking with somegirl. i did not like the tone of his texts, becausethey looked as if they had a close relationship, so i decided to pay more attention to thisdialogue. it took my entire class time, but it was totallyworth it. first of all, dylan was texting his ex-girlfriend,with whom he maintained a very warm and even intimate relationship.
second, dylan admitted that he was livingwith my mother only because of her money. he did not even like her! and dylan had a plan – first to get ridof me and afterward to gradually take possession of all my mother’s savings — she was inlove with him and generously spent money on his needs. after that, dylan was going to dump my motherand get back with his girlfriend with a good sum of money in the bank, so they could starteverything again, from scratch. honestly, i was so shocked that i was notsure if i should tell my mother – i could not even imagine how she would react.
and when i finally dared to tell the truth…she did not believe me. i insisted that my mother check dylan’sphone, but it was too late – dylan had guessed that i might have seen the compromising textsand deleted all of them. i was declared a liar. and my mother… my mother sent me to livewith my father. in the same manner she has thrown him awayseveral years back. you know, i have been through many thingswith my mother, but after that i am totally disappointed in her. and i even think that she deserves what dylanwill do to her when he finally gets his money.
as for life with my father, everything hasturned out to not be that bad. we get along very well, and recently he switchedto another, better job and started talking about moving to another apartment. it seems to me that he's feeling strongerand caring for someone else was what he needed to succeed. please, support me with likes for this videoand write in the comments what you think about it. and remember, if you find something that outsand compromises your enemy – make a copy of it!