Evil Stepdad

I'm just going to start this off with the fact that my stepdad, is evil. Like the stuff of fairytales evil, practically. It even started before he was even married to my mom. He took root in her mind and poisoned it, simple as that. She used to be a fun, somewhat carefree, and yet still authoritative parent. When she met John ( the evil stepdad in question) it was May of 2010. Apparently they went to elementary school together and hadn't talked or seen each other since then. How can you truly know a person then? Someone who you only knew as a kid, someone who obviously was vastly different then as opposed to who they have become now? Suffice to say they started dating and he was moving into our house within the month. How is it that a man whom you only knew as a boy can take root of you so quickly and cause you to forget about the fact you have TWO teenage daughters in the house? (Well, one was an adult, but we'll get to how terrible my sister is in a later post) It was nice at first, he was nice. Then it changed rapidly. By July of 2010 I was enraged by the way he was treating me! He would tell me what to do, act like he was my father, say terrible things about said father, yelled at me for absolutely no good reason, and even though he swore to never do so made me fear I would feel his rage through his hands at some point. It all spiraled out of control when one day I had a fight with my mom on the phone, causing him to rush home, pack a bag and leave my mother. Although I was satisfied with him leaving and hated him passionately I couldn't stand the thought of my mother in tears because of me, so I packed my own bag and set off for my father's apartment. My mother called me while I was waiting for the second bus and was in tears, I couldn't ask her to choose between me and her 'love' but I wanted to. Needless to say he was back in the house before I could blink an eye. He stayed with her, taking a stronger hold upon her, and my sister whom was hardly ever at home never saw how he was poisoning her, changing her. I lived with my dad for almost a year, it wsa April 2011 when I moved out, suffice to say he was an alcoholic and we had a huge fight causing me to move back into my mothers home. John was still there. And supposedly had proposed to my mother, in fact I later came to know that they had become 'engaged' the first day they met up again. I'm sorry but HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT HAPPEN? HOW DO YOU MEET SOMEONE YOU HARDLY KNOW AND GET ENGAGED TO THEM THE SAME FUCKING DAY? Well I was none to happy to hear this but I shut my mouth and just lived there because I needed a place to stay. In the beginning it was nice, we moved to Simi Valley in May of 2011 and things were okay for a little while. But things were spiraling out of control slowly. John would yell at me for not seeing things on dishes I had washed, yell at me for leaving my laundry on the floor overnight, yell at me for eating junk food, yell at me eating when I was hungry, and just plain yell in general. I swear by August 2011 I had had enough. But I couldn't just leave, where would I go, so I stuck it out. I got a job at Target in October, and a boyfriend in the same month. In November of 2011 my mother married John and he became my stepdad, after which he seemed to take it upon himself to become my father figure. Suffice to say I was not pleased. After I was fired from Target and gave my parents the reason for it having happened John was not pleased with my answer, he continues to this day to claim I lied for the reason and that it was truly my fault for letting my boyfriend walk through the store when he came early to pick me up for a date after work. That's another thing I have to deal with, the fact that John continues to hold  mistakes over my head, any mistake I've ever made in the past that he knows about whether because I've told him, my mother has told him, or my sister, he simply HAS to hold it over my head. I don't understand it! Everybody makes mistakes, you do to! So why can't you let mine go? At one point he told me I was to move out on my 18th birthday, then it was a month after my 18th birthday, then it went back to on the date of my birthday. When I got my job at Jersey Mike's he continued to be a complete and total jackass (although he always has been, I can't think of a time when he hasn't.) We had a huge and complete fight one day and I told him in my rage that 1. I hated him, and 2. I wished he were dead. Neither of which were lies, he kicked me out that day, then rethought it and said I could stay. Make up your fucking mind you douche bag! Anyways, I had not figured out where I was going to move to when I was officially kicked out and I had three options: My Dad, who was now moving from Granada Hills to Bakersfield to live with his new fiance, My Grandparents, whom I was completely embarressed to even attempt to ask, and finally, My Best friend's Mom, whom lived in Kansas. I went with my Dad who after much persuasion has agreed to do so (YES!) John, since the day I told him I wished her were dead, has proceeded to act as though I do not even exist, when I say 'Good Morning' , 'Hello', or 'Goodbye', does he answer or even make like he heard me, No! Absolutely not! But I explained to him that what I said was in the heat of the moment, that I only wished him dead when he was making me feel like shit, and then later when I wasn't angry anymore I would think, 'No, I don't wish him dead'. But I have to admit that's a lie. Don't get me wrong, I don't wish /I/ could kill him, I just wish ill thoughts upon him, he has completely changed my mother, she doesn't even do things for herself anymore, it's as though she has to ask permission to do anything. And in this house, if anyone gets upset over anything it's wrong because apparently John is the only one allowed to do so. Only John can raise his voice. Only John can get mad. Only John can use cuss words. Only John, Only John, Only John! If you mention any pain you might have, what does he say? "I'm in pain every day, all day! So don't cry to me about your pain!" or "Stop being a hypochondriac!". If you actually are getting sick but show no visible symptoms what does he say if you mention it? "Stop being a hypochondriac!" John has a God complex, and a big fat ego! He thinks he's the shit! He thinks he can go around telling everybody what to do and when to do it. And it's fucking annoying! I could go on all day and night saying all the terrible things John does, but what really irks me is he thinks there are no consequences to what he does. And maybe for now that's true because I'm a girl and much smaller than him, he's had Army training and in a fight completely intimidates me. I would never try to punch him, although many times I wish I could, just beat the shit out of him to teach him a lesson. To teach him that he can't just bully people into acting the way he wants them to act. I may want to be a submissive in some wasy (sexually) but I will not fucking sumbit to you, you piece of shit! I will not act like my mother acts, I will not tell you every single secret I have, I will not stop lying to your face even when it gets you mad, because I know, the madder you are, that one day you might just snap and I will be the one to show everybody who you truly are!