Who wants to read my journal? You people scare me.

My Parents were divorced about 30 years ago and it still SUCKS. Not that I remember them being married and from what I know of them, I never could understand what brought them together in the first place. The part that is so sucky right now it that my Dad and my Step-mom (of almost 30 years) now feel it is OK to joke and laugh about the things that they had to deal with because my Dad had this baggage from his past (namely me).

Firstly, the favorite story they like to tell is from when I was about 2.
...My father picked me up for the weekend. At some point I came to my father crying. He refused to comfort me or find out what was wrong, until my stepmom got out of the shower. Only until he got permission from her, he wouldn't attend to his own child's needs. As it turned out, I had smashed my hand in a cabinet. She told my father he wasn't allowed to deal with me, until she said he could. And he went with it. ...
This story is a family favorite to tell at gatherings or dinner parties. Everyone laughs...

The thing that has me newly distraught is this little gem that she dropped at the dinner table, again I was about 2.
...After my brother said he wanted to add the baby as a beneficiary on his life insurance, I mentioned that Andy and I we needed to update our insurance and write wills. This was when my stepmother decided to chime in. She told my dad that he has to change his will so that she would inherit everything and I would get nothing. She had to protect herself. Again my idiot father went along with it. If something would have happened to him, my stepmother would have rather seem me out on the street than to share my fathers meager estate.

and she wants to baptize our baby.