Unfiltered Story #392074

This happens when I am fifteen years old. I wake up in the middle of the night due to a nightmare. As I always do when I have a nightmare, I close my door, turn my lamp on, and read until I’m sleepy enough to go back to sleep. Normally there aren’t any issues with this, but this time my stepfather barges into my room, looking angry.

Stepfather: WHAT THE H*** IS YOUR PROBLEM?

Me, confused: …I couldn’t sleep? I don’t have a problem?

Stepfather: I SAW YOUR F****** LIGHT FROM UP UNDER MY DOOR! I THOUGHT IT WAS TIME TO GET UP! ITS 3 AM!

Me: I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would wake anyone up. I always do this.

Stepfather, still angry: Well now it’s going to take forever for me to get back to sleep! Give me your f****** phone and 3DS, you’re f****** grounded for a week!

Me: What!? For what!?

Stepfather: For being an inconsiderate little brat! I actually contribute to this household, seeing as I actually f****** work. You’d understand if you actually had a job.

My mom took his side, as she always did. I still don’t understand how I was being inconsiderate, seeing as I had my door closed and he did too. And I’m sorry I couldn’t get a job, but I was kinda only fifteen years old. Pretty sure you have to be sixteen to get a job in the US! It just added another reason to list of why I don’t like my stepfather.