with trust comes happiness.

Trust; what a hard thing to come by. It's a concept that's hard to grasp, and one definitely hard to hold onto. Trust can make or break a relationship, a friendship, a household. I've personally experienced trust issues in all of these situations; as i'm sure most of us have. The most recent? Well, that would be the trust between a father and a daughter...which is apparently not much.
So, Justin and I were going to go camping with his mom and his stepdad. I asked Dad, and after a while of "i'll have to think about it", i got a yes. we're up at petersburg at the lake. we've got the pontoon and we're all just having a great time. on friday night, justin's parents let us take the boat out. we stopped at our friend luke's house for maybe an hour or less so we could talk to and see everybody. yeah, there was drinking going on, but justin and i weren't there to party...we were there to just stop by because we were begged to. well there was this girl there; 15 YEARS OLD, mind you. and she was stumbling around the house and screaming, so i told her she needed to go lay down and go to bed. let me tell you what this girl did...she stepped up on me, meaning she was a good 3 steps in front of me and she got right in my face and started drunkenly screaming, "you have no right to judge me!" anyone who knows me knows that i do not put up with that, but i kept my cool and i took a step back and told her one more time that she needed to lay down, then justin and i left. The next morning I get a call from my dad. He asks me "Were you at Luke Gavalas' house last night and think carefully before you answer this" I said, "Yes, I was. Justin and i took the boat out there for like an hour last night". He told me that i wasnt where i was supposed to be and that i needed to come home. I said "So, if i said that i was going to Morgan's house, but we went over to Rachael's for like an hour and then came back, that'd be me 'not being where i said i would be'"? But, of course, (for those of you who know my father), he made justin take me all the way home. I WAS FURIOUS, let alone embarassed. I am 18 years old, and my father still doesn't trust me.
I called my mom, and said that i couldn't stand being treated like a child anymore. I told her that i wanted to come home. I told my dad that I was going to spend the night with her that night. My mom wasn't going to be home and she said that Justin and I could come stay the night there. Well, when my dad found this out, he demanded that I come home. I, for the first time in 18 years, stood up to my father and said, "I'm not coming home" He then told me to bring him the car. So, I did. When i walked in, he took my keys and my phone and gave me my sister's old phone and said "you have until the 28th to get off our plan or we're cutting if off". i asked him how he expected me to get to school and work. his reply: "that's not my problem". the next day, i got all of my stuff and left...without a car, my phone, or a laptop. I was NOT about to let him think that just because he held that stuff from me that I would stay. NO. my bestfriends helped me move out and that was that.

I'm now living with my mom...and it just feels right. i'm home. i'm comfortable and i have more freedom than ever before. Justin takes me/lets me use his car whenever i have school and work. i am so thankful to have him. he is so supportive and does everything he can to help. Because I have such early classes, he stays with us at my house and i love it, because i get to spend so much more time with him. His best friends, Cory and Jason, stay the night sometimes too and they are absolutely two of the greatest guys ive ever met and we're all like a family. i love it.
when i left my mom's house to live with my dad back in April, i was a wreck. i cried myself to sleep every night for a month; i felt empty and unwanted. my mom and i have both hurt each other in the past and we've apologized. She welcomes me home with open arms and i couldn't be happier. When I was living with my dad, I HATED being home. I stayed out until 1 AM (my curfew) every night. But living with my mom, i like being home. needless to say, even though i don't have a car, i am happy :)
thanks for reading; thanks for caring.