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My friends were teasing me that I'm the blame for my dog getting fat. I mean we used to take her for walks but she tore up her color and we used to have a leash for her. My friend was like to my pup, "Aww poor Lena. Was Dana mean to you. Don't snap at me, get angry at Dana, she's the one that don't do it." My sister was like, "Why don't you ever take her for walks?" I told them that I did and we used to. Then my friend said, "Well buy her another one! So she won't be cooped up! Lena is Dana being mean to you?" Then they all laugh. I told my sister they were joking. He said, "No I am so not. Lena is squealing on you! Hahaha." I know they were just kidding but afterwards, I get upset and angry. It's been like that since I was a kid. EVERYONE use to pick on me A LOT. I got angry and the kids would pick on me some more because they loved making me angry. I've gotten better at accepting jokes but I always feel guilty.
Then my my friend asked me what I wanted to do Friday night. Then she said, "Hey! Don't be looking at your dad! You're a grown *** woman. You do what you want. You don't need your parents permission anymore!" I have Asperger Syndrome and people need to be careful what they say to me. They do but what is wrong with me?

Backstory:
I have a stepmother. She had two kids with my dad. She hates my mother. I can't say why because nobody likes to tell the truth (or at least they're all very good at making lies LOOK like truth so I can't figure out which story IS). I live with my grandparents because my parents both suck at parenting.

It's my birthday in five days. I'm turning nineteen and my grandparents are taking me to their holiday house in Apollo Bay. I don't know what the plans are, but that's what's happening this weekend. Mum has opted to cook dinner for me.

I called dad today because I missed a call three days ago, and asked him if my younger siblings could come to Apollo Bay as well.
At first he was optimistic, the only thing getting in the way of them coming would be my stepmother.
Then I mentioned Mum would be there.
And he told me it was not worth getting my hopes up.

My stepmother, would refuse my younger siblings to visit me for my birthday, simply because my mother would have the audacity to be present for her own daughters birthday. Dad didn't even CALL me on my eighteenth, which, is considered a pretty big deal, to be turning eighteen. But no, why call? Why would anyone phone up their daughter on their big day?

I don't get to see my younger siblings often, I've seen them twice this year. The last time I only got to see them for half an hour because my dad is apparently more willing to fight to have a fish tank in the loungeroom than he is for his daughter to stay one fucking night.

Anyway, my question is, is it immature for my stepmother to refuse my siblings to be able to see me, just because my mother might be there?

Or am I just getting upset over something I should have expected?

(If you want further examples of what my stepmothers maturity levels are, she got angry with me, just because I was the typical teenager who spoke to her friends about her parents. Why would she worry about anything I said, if she really thought she'd done nothing wrong?)

Maria is 22 and has a four year old son named Marvin. Maria is a single mother. ( her boyfriend was 83 when he died) Maria is trying to raise her little boy into a man but she doesn't know how too. Maria teaches Marvin how to cook food, how to garden and keep his room clean. Sometimes she dresses Marvin in light pink or blue sweaters. Marvin likes making cookies. He makes little designs on the cookies and enjoys showing people the cookies. Sometimes he blushes a little. Marvin likes playing with Legos, building blocks and gardens with his mother. Marvin is typically a quiet friendly boy.

One day Marvin felt angry at his cousin so Marvin bit her. ( he likes bitting) Marvin even bites his 5'9 uncle one time. His uncle yelled and pushed him to the ground. Marvin felt terrified. He never felt so scared in his life and he started crying. Maria picked him up to comfort him. Marvin still likes being held by his mother when they go out.