All of this has happened before

I'm going to my nannan's tomorrow for the week. :) I've not stayed at hers in about a year, and I missed it. She doesn't have the internet, but Em's taking care of the archiving, so don't worry, it's all sorted!

And I might get to see my youngest cousin, Token Boy Child. He's a cutie. :D He threw up on me the last time I saw him.

So, I am moving out of my flat, and living with my dad for the summer. *fanfare* This did not go that well last time. Now, I have a social life (even if most of it is online) and my own stuff to do, so it's going to be interesting to see how Dad copes with that. I think in his heart I'm still ten and coming over on Sundays to go on an excursion.

Still, at least while I'm here I can take advantage of his massive scifi collection. :D

Stepdad Edgar is apparently still talking to random women on Facebook. A lot. When Mam's not around. This is what was happening when he left her, he was talking to the Karate Bitch on Facebook and then he left mam and his kids to fuck about with her at Christmas. >:(

I really don't know why Mam got back with him, he's a twat and he'll not fucking change. He's just like my dad, except he's actually a decent father, even if he's a crap husband.

D: D: D: D:

Mam's a big girl and can take care of herself, Mam's a big girl and can take care of herself, Mam's a big girl...

So, I went to Twycross Zoo today with Mumsy, Stepdad, and the Things. I didn't post about this, but Mam and Edgar have broken up. He left a week before Christmas to shack up with a tart from karate. He left his kids, before Christmas, to go play happy families with another woman and her kids. As you may be able to tell, I wasn't too happy about this. However, we all put aside our differences to give the kids a good day out.

Then, on the way home, Edgar told Mam he wants us all to move to Portugal together, but not get back with Mam. Essentially, he wants a family, without the responsabilities that come with it. He wants a fucking beard, for Christ's sake.

I despair of humanity sometimes, I really do. Between him and Dad, it's no wonder I have no faith in relationships with men.

Oh, I didn't write about my holiday, did I?

Amsterdam was nice, but we were about an hour away from the city centre, and Dad insisted we walk, so understandably, we were pissed. This culminated with an hour and a half's walk back from the pub at half one in the morning, in a foreign city where I don't know the language. Dad was drunk, and after we stopped talking 'cause we were tired, he reverted to self pity, which ended with an argument that went something like this:

Dad: I just feel like the worst father in the world. (For like the fortieth time that night)
Me: Enough! I don't have the energy to deal with your ego. I'm tired, i'm cold, I'm scared and my feet hurt because we got lost. Don't say you feel bad twenty times; say it once and then fix it.( Jesus, that sounds awful when I type it back)
(ten minutes later)
Dad : You shouldn't pretend to be thirty, Keeva, It doesn't suit you.
Me: If you're gonna act like a teenager, then someone has to be grown up.

This is basically how every interaction with my father has gone since I was fourteen. I know I'm not the world's best daughter, and I know  I'm selfish and rude at times, but he's the parent and I'm not supposed to be looking after him. I spent years trying to please him and he never gave a damn, but now I've had it, and he comes crawling after me, wanting to be my best friend? Fuck that for a game of soilders.

 Hello, me duckies! So, I know I haven't written in a while, I'm making up for it by telling you about my family.

There is me, the oldest child. Normally found in either my bedroom or the dining room on the computer.

There are my (half)brothers T and A. T is also known as Mini-Me, as he is a tiny male version of yours truly. We've just been geeking out about Doctor Who. A is more of a Ben 10 kinda guy, but he gives great cuddles. They are 5 and 4 respectively.

Mum and Stepdad Edgar. Mumsy is the lovely woman who raised me for ten years alone, Ed is the really cool stepdad i never knew I wanted. Mam works in a uni (not as a teacher, she's with the finance lot) ,  Ed is a taper and jointer. They're cool, but we are the kind of family that shouts a lot, so expect rants on here.

Outside the family home, there is Dad and Stepmum Joey up in Lancaster. Dad's a physicist, something to do with solar weather, but he works as a lecturer at the uni. Joey is doing her phd. My half sister Baby A and sort of sister Apes live with their mum in town.

Finally, there is Nannan P, best nannan in the world and woman extraordinaire. She's recovering from surgery at the mo ( pelvic floor) so she's all laid up, but normally she never stops, working at the hospice charity shop in town.

I have other relatives, but these are the main players in my life, my pack, my family. Note them well, readers, there shall be drama popping up soon!