Some weird things just happened to me.
My dear mother told me when i got home from school that my step-father had been asked to leave.
How delightful.
I took all of my autistic step-brother's things out of my room, and the house feels empty.
And calm.
Peaceful, you could say.
Why is he gone?
He stole 1,200 dollars out of a joint account and didn't tell anyone. And was planning to take everything in the house and leave during my birthday party.
Or at least that's what mom says.
Ha.