I said what I had to said.

I did it. I printed out 11 copies of my letter, put them in a pile on the kitchen table, and went to work.

5:30 this afternoon, Rob comes into Wal-Mart to warn me that the house has exploded as a result of my letter. According to Rob, he never saw David and Matilda so angry in his life. Grandma broke down crying. Sarah, my cousin, moved out. I don't have feedback from Mom and Bob yet, but I shall find out tomorrow.

I got home, and I saw something I never saw before: all the kids in my room, music blaring, strobe light going, all smiling and singing. All the kids were enjoying each other, and getting along. The children were being more mature than the adults, and all of them agreed mostly, on what I had to say. Rob agreed with every word I wrote, and all the kids made a pact--to get along with each other, in an attempt to send a message to the adults, that they are acting childish. Hopefully, it works.

I had a talk with Jim about him wanting to quit like Rob, and he wants to gain his trust with everyone back. So, we began talking, very calmly and intelligently, until David put the gag order on me, sent Jim to bed, and blew up at me, telling me that matters revolving pot and his son are none of my business, I spoke out of my ass, all my words came straight from Bob, you're not a father, you have no experience in raising children, what do you know, etc. To which I replied calmly, "all those words came straight from my head, no one else's. Did you read the letter fully?" He says, "I certainly did." I said, "those words were all mine. They came straight from my head."

"Exactly my point," he said before storming into his room.

And so, that was tonight. Oh, it's not done yet. Not by a long shot. Oh, this will continue. I'm public enemy #1 now.

As a result of the letter, Michelle drove me home tonight, considering none of the adults picked me up, and Grandma took her car right when Rob said he was gonna pick me up. Childish much?

Yet, I'm happy. You know that feeling you get when you know you've proven your point? You know that you're right in some regards, and have people backing you up? Yeah, I love that feeling.

And my stepdad, right now:

[01:53] Bob: I asked you to write about ME but I can't say you did wrong going the extra mile
[01:54] Brian: I was going to go the extra mile anyway, because I felt it needed to be said.
[01:55] Bob: I am proud of you Brian. You've learned and in a way have now become the teacher

Cue more happiness. :)

So, I ignited a powder keg. Anyway, bedtime soon. Work tomorrow, 12-9.

Nighty night, all.