Anyway, as you may have surmised from the subject line, we have won the battle. Sort of.
Apparently dinner didn't go as smoothly as we thought last night. I did think it was a little odd that not only did we get a ride home sooner than usual, but Mom was the one who took us. For some reason, Steve was usually the one to take us home before, much to our displeasure. Also, there was a term in Catchphrase (Deep Throat) that he skipped because it's the name of a porn movie, and he didn't want to say what it was so he told us he'd tell us on the way home (I found it out by looking at the card before he changed it to the next one). We didn't think too much of it, because we were just happy that Mom was the one taking us home, and afterward we were just happy to be home in time to play some Final Fantasy IX.
But this morning we got a call from Mom telling us that the invitation to go to Seattle had been withdrawn because we had really hurt Steve's feelings last night. We really weren't trying to, and Mom even suspected that we didn't know what we had done. I don't know if it's that I have a good memory or that on some subconscious level I had done it on purpose that I was able to pinpoint which comment had caused the problem almost immediately. And at the time I made the comment, I honestly was not thinking about Seattle at all.
We stopped playing Catchphrase right about as Sarah got home from the music rehearsal she was doing for church. For some reason one of the Weekly Reader books was brought up. The Weekly Reader books are a series of short, hardcover books that Athena got every week when she was in fifth grade. Because they were Athena's, Mom used to ask Athena whenever she wanted to use them, but for some reason, when she moved in with Steve, she decided to take them with her. It's not that big a deal, because Athena doesn't read them anymore, but it would have been nice to have been asked.
Anyway, Steve said something about how Athena must remember reading the book. Athena didn't remember reading it, and said so. He seemed surprised and asked, "Aren't they yours?" So we told him that she read the book over ten years ago, and couldn't reasonably be expected to remember it. Then he said that he would save them for when we had kids and read them to his grandchildren. This is where a warning light should go off for anyone who's been following all my reports about Steve.
Athena said that those children would not be his grandchildren. Sarah said they would be by marriage, whether Athena liked it or not. Athena chose not to respond. I think Steve repeated his previous statement, or something. He went on about how he would read the books to his grandchildren. At this point, I said, "That would require you to have an opportunity." It was soon after that, we realized after Mom's call, that she took us home.
Now I know that that was not one of the nicest things to say, because it indicated that we would prefer to never have anything to do with Steve. I can't say I was lying though. I'm really not sure why it was as upsetting as it apparently was, because he always says, "I know I'm not you're real father," and, "You can hate me if you want to." Though I really should know better than to think that anyone really means it when they say you can hate them. Sometimes I really wonder why people never expect others to take them literally though.
Another reason I didn't think it was that mean was that, in my head, the statement was, "We'll be in Japan; you'll be lucky to ever see us." You have to admit that being in Japan would make it difficult for our children to see any relatives that aren't in Japan. Athena's comment is that he should finish raising his own kids before worrying about ours. Still, it's not our job in this case to understand why it was upsetting--only that it was upsetting.
And I'm not saying I was right. Much as I dislike Steve, I don't enjoy crushing people. I feel pretty bad about it, and I'm planning to apologize, but Mom said she'd call again later and I want to wait until after that so I can get more details, or something. She wanted us to come up with a codeword for when she needs to step in and tell Steve to back down. She also told me that she can fully understand why the long drive would be enough to make us stay home for Thanksgiving, and that she thinks it's a valid reason.
And so the battle comes to a close. A stupid, stupid close. But it was a stupid battle to begin with. But we still don't want to go to Seattle.
And so today has left me very tired. We played a really cool game at FHE where everyone got into groups of six, and each person had a letter to wear in front and a letter to wear on their back, and the MC shouted out a four-letter words (clean ones; we were at church) and we were supposed spell them out while the two extra people sat down. But things weren't organized enough so it wasn't nearly as awesome as it could have been. We were sad. We think a Girl Scout activity consisting of all Brownies could have pulled it off better. Ah well.
Also, Mom made a comment about how we seriously seem to be worshipping anime, which had me feeling down on myself all day, no matter how many instances of us dropping our anime in the middle of an episode to do something more important we came up with. And that's a very long, potentially very confusing sentence. I really think it's that we don't have a whole lot else to do, so we entertain ourselves with our favorite form of entertainment, but that just sounds like justification. Aaaand I think that's thunder. Maybe we should shut down.
Anyway, tonight I'm thankful for Yoko Ishida's "sweets" album, friendly fansubbers, chocolate chocolate chip cookies, jingle bells, and rain.