Dad and Lake

So, apparently my opinion doesn't particularly matter. I mean, it does. But it doesn't at the same time. It's weird. See, when it comes to the lake, I've never wanted to go. I've always hated going, but never said anything. I always knew how it would turn out, so I never tried. This time, when my dad mentioned going, I told him I didn't want to. Everything went exactly as I expected. He said we could take a vote. We did. I was outvoted. We were going anyway. Exactly why I never said anything. I'd still be forced into going. Today, my stepsister mentioned my stepmother not wanting to go. So my dad changed his mind and decided that maybe we wouldn't go after all. Either way, I'm staying with my mom this weekend. I don't want to be at my dad's anyway, much less if we're going to the lake. Yeah, I realize I'm privileged to have all of this, but that doesn't mean I can't complain. I hate going to my dad's. I don't like him. I don't want to go to the lake either. I wish I could live with my mom all the time. But I can't. Shared custody. Yay! (Sarcasm)

                                                                     ~The Blogging Fangirl