B!TC# IT OUT!

She needs a reality check, this girl.

But I think its a side effect of being 16. I'm 18, so I remember it quite clearly.

I'm 20 and even at 16, I never cared less about my horses. I just don't understand how she can be so unappreciative and not care. We have rode our whole lives, and it's the one thing our dad asked of us is to keep riding and pass that on to our kids. But she's made it very clear that she doesn't care at all.

He has 5 girls, and I'm the only one who has kept my word and knows I'm not about to throw that out of my life.

Shimmer--
Holy crap. you're sister needs to have her privilege checked. Being 16 has nothing to do with her attitude. I grew up riding hunter/jumpers. When I was 16, my horse was my world. My best friend. I loved him to pieces and would do anything for him.

Good for your dad to sell her horses. So many girls would kill to have the chance to have horses, and your sister has TWO. He should sell them. Those mares deserve an owner who will give them the exercise and attention they deserve. And someone should tell your sister that after her horses are sold she is not allowed to come near your horses. You're right, different riding styles can drastically change the way a horse behaves.

As far as exercising your horses...yeah. She needs to shut up and just do it. Thats part of having horses. It's not all fun and glamorous. They need care and need to be ridden REGARDLESS if you want to. Tell your sister that taking care of your horse is her "cost" for using your monofin. No horse care, no pool time.


I'm so sorry youre going through this...Your sister is a spoiled brat.

Here lately she's just getting worse. Ugh
And honestly who wouldn't want to spend time with THESE CUTIES:

http://uploads.tapatalk-cdn.com/2016...c8567a054d.jpg

Keep in mind that photo was taken at the beginning of summer-last summer. 😑 last time she rode longer than 30 minutes.

I was having really bad morning sickness when I had to doctor my Friesian cross, and dealing with an infected wound, and a hematoma made it worse, but I did it while puking, just part of having horses.

I feel bad because my dad feels like it's his fault because he just bought her whatever horse she wanted and made sure she never had to do any work on them herself. While with me- I worked for mine day in and out.

oh my goodness!! They are gorgeous!! <3 <3

Honestly, I know the type. You want a horse? great. You better be prepared for the work that comes with having one.

Maybe she will learn once her horses are gone. Again, your dad is doing the right thing selling those mares. Your sister needs a SERIOUS slap in the face when it comes to responsibility and reality. She's 16. adulthood is looming.

Ugh. Ugh.

Ugh.

Such pretty horses, too. Not that that means much. She should be taking care of them and loving them amd exercising them no matter what they looked like.

*headdesk*

It's true being sixteen doesn't excuse this behavior. I'm just trying to say that she might be going through something.

(When I was sixteen I didn't act like this. I worked a job, cared for sick relatives, took care of the birds in my mom's office, as well as nudged along my hobbies and passions.)

People need to start being tougher with her and let you use your fins.

16 is not an excuse. When I was 16 I worked as much as I could because I wanted to take lessons 3x a week and show on the local circuit. I also was full-leasing my horse at the time (about $2,000/month). My job didn't pay for much of that, but my parents insisted I work if I wanted to ride because I needed to learn that I had to put effort into something i wanted.

It is a shame. But again, she needs to learn that life isn't fair, nice, or easy. Grow up.

Beautiful horses. I'm 16 and I can tell you for sure its not an age thing. When I was 14/15 I lived with 15 horses and cared immensely for them. Hell, I'm allergic to hay and I still went out to feed them and give them water or help in any way I could. I still care for them, too! And I live about two states away! She needs to step it up!

Oh I loooove paints!

My grandparents got out of raising horses around when I was born, so I never got to experience much in the way of horse care first hand. But just like any animal, they are a commitment for sure and they depend on you to provide for them.

There is a girl I know who loves horses and finally got her own horse. I always loved going to her house and seeing her horse. It wasn't long before the 'newness' wore off and she didn't really ride him anymore and stuff. I felt bad for him because he was lonely and he would escape and run off to another house that had horses and visit with those horses. I wonder if she still has him...I know she went off to college so her parents would be taking care of him if they still have him.

Anyways I think your Dad made the right choice to sell the horses.

All this talk about horses reminds me that I still need to take someone up on going horseback riding...Darn I need to write that down!

I'm glad your dad is on your side, Shimmer. I agree with KateyMermaid about the "cost" of using your monofin.

Well- if your ever in the neighborhood after I deliver my son- feel free to let me know! Lol

I'm dying not being able to ride my horses whenever I want, but I'm 29 weeks today and I dont want to risk anything seeing as how I'm pretty unbalanced at this point.

I told her yesterday that she's free to use it, but let me do my thing and when I've used it for a bit and go to take a break or whatever she can use it, she got kind of snarky and said "well I didnt like it anyway, it hurt my foot." but we had socks on with it, and she had said nothing about the fin hurting her until I said something.

I'm losing my shit on my professor. Our assignment this week had a discrepancy b/t the written instructions and the example output our program should display. I pointed this out, BEFORE doing the assignment, and asked which one we should follow, and she responded, "it doesn't matter." (Direct quote) Then she docks points b/c my program didn't follow the exact order of the sample output, an order that was NOT specified in the written instructions and didn't make sense if you followed the written instructions instead of the sample output (remember: they conflict!)

So I emailed her yesterday, pointing this all out (in more detail of course) and said that I didn't want points back on the assignment, just to point out that she needs to be more clear in the future about what she's expecting. Her response today: "refer to the sample output as well." Oh. Hell. No. I was being polite in the first email, but I'm done:
"Did you even read my first email? The sample output conflicted with the written instructions, as I already pointed out. When I pointed out the conflict, asking which method we should follow BEFORE doing the assignment, you responded, "it doesn't matter." But then you dock points for not following a specific flow only outlined by the aforementioned conflicting sample output. All I want is for you to be clearer in your instructions in the future, particularly about tiny details that you plan to dock points for not following."

I am not some awkward high school grad taking my first college class! I already have a BSME, and I need to actually learn stuff in these classes, and get good grades, so that I can change careers, so don't screw with me, lady!

I'm pretty much having the worst time I've had in a few years. It's rough. I don't think I told you guys about half the stuff that happened when I was 15/16, and I'm 18 days away from being 19.

In March, my mother went absolutely ballistic. She started screaming at everyone, cursing, insults, the whole bit. She would take our family car and not come back for two or three days, leaving us stranded. Finally, when my dad drove me home from work one night, he parked down the street behind a large truck, out of view from our house. It was pitch-black outside, and my dad popped the hood of the car and started rummaging around. He told me to pull out my phone flashlight so he could see a bit better. I turned it on, and he grabbed something inside the hood and pulled it. He said, "She won't be able to take it now." I looked back towards the house, and there were lights flashing...an ambulance had showed up. We walk back to the house, and my mom is being taken away, spouting nonsense and fighting everyone.

Fast-forward a month, and my stepfather forced her to move out. They are getting divorced after 10 years.

Another month, and I got my first tail. Naturally, I'm extremely excited. Consequently, my dad is extremely angry. He hates it when I spend money on myself. He especially hates it when I get excited or happy about something because it interrupts his workday. Mind you, I am autistic and have obsessions (like mermaids) and he works at home.

Fast-forward one more month, and the police show up at our house at 2:30am. They're looking for me. Apparently, some board members from a site I used to use had gathered my information and called the police, telling them I was going to hurt someone or myself. The police take me in a cop car to the hospital, where I am forced to stay until they let me go. They make me undress and put on a gown, they draw blood, they call in crisis counseling to diagnose me. They ask how many pills I've taken and what my scars are from. No pills, and I explain the scars. They let me go. It's 4:30am. I have to sleep in the waiting room until my dad can come and get me, which is not until 8:00.

Another month, and it's July, just weeks from my birthday. I found out my mother has been doing hard drugs and stealing my Klonopin prescription ever since I got it. She was doing heroin with my sisters. Taking Adderall with my sister's weird friend. Taking my medication, along with acid, marijuana, and whatever else was available. I never knew. I assumed that all the times she was too messed up to speak properly and fell asleep where she stood were because she had medical problems. I was none the wiser. She hasn't spoken to me in a month. I haven't seen her in at least two weeks. She is supposed to come over tomorrow, but not to see us. To get her car title signed over to her, which she does not deserve.

I have been scratching my wrist until it breaks the skin. Haven't done it since the 26th, and I'm fairly happy about that. Still super depressed and can't do a thing about it. I really want to go for my first swim in my tail, which I've had for two months already. Oh, and I started a business as a makeup artist, so that's pretty cool. I really don't know what to feel anymore.

As someone who grew up with a mother who has done similar, it's hard, and I'm sorry you're having to go through this.

Sometimes its best not to get your hopes up too high for people like that.

I've pushed my mother out of my life completely because she never changed.

As far as your dad, maybe you can convince him to go with you swimming to try your tail.

My dad keeps trying to get me to have a relationship with her because "she's your mother", but I just don't know if I'm ready for that right now.

He's also convinced that I'm going to drown in my tail. Lol. I've tried telling him that I can't even sink without a tail, let alone with one, that it's buoyancy neutral (it's a FinFun) and that I can swim. He is SO mad about it. He tells all his family about me. Everything bad that happens is across Virginia within minutes. He just won't stay quiet! When something good happens, though, he's silent. He got his mother to yell at me about the mermaid tail because I wanted to bring it with me to the pool. I cried, and she got mad about that, too. Can't win.

I think I'll get my sister to take me to the local river, the Shenandoah. Shouldn't be too bad.

I just might take a bath in a mermaid tail, if I can figure out how to take selfies in one :D

I'm really excited to see you in it. My dad never learnt how to swim and was SO scared when I first swam in it.

*blushes* I think I'm going to take down my current picture, as I now see where my bikini bottom was -.- makes me look super chubby. That's the picture that someone called me a whale for lol.

Being a mermaid is a workout for sure :D I just got my goggle situation sorted out. I have a green face mask, which isn't ideal, but it matches my tail :) I wear contacts and am pretty blind without them, so I need goggles :/

Good news after all the bad:
On Halloween/Samhain every year, my dad and sisters go out trick-or-treating and partying and such. I stay at home and hand out candy. Usually, I'll dress up in my witch costume (heh) and put some candy in my plastic cauldron, bring out my wand, and sit on the front porch in a camping chair for the night. Usually from 6-10.

This year, I think I'm brave enough (and able to, now) to sit out there as a mermaid for all the children! I think they'll be so happy. It'll be a little chilly, but I'll live :) I just need a mersona, yeesh!

Topic diversion:

OMFG! Am I the only one who doesn't give half a rat's ass about freaking POKEMON?

I am CERTAIN there are forums just for them! I mean c'mon! This used to be a mermaid network!

Gotta say I love pokemon. But I do try to stay vaguely topical here on MerNetwork.