The straw that broke the camel's back

I am livid.

After spending a long weekend at BFF's house, I returned to chez hamsterdad for the week. I took a deep breath and headed back to this horrible place, hoping all would be well.

I drove home, and then parked the car on the street near the driveway. I had barely gotten out of my car when stepmonster asked me to move my car further away so halfsister could park there.

While my first instinct was to refuse and say that maybe walking the extra 15 feet to the door would loosen the stick up halfsister's ass, but then I decided that I did not want to fight within 30 seconds of my arrival home.

I went inside and there was a guy on the main computer (stepmonster's computer). I thought maybe he was here to fix the wireless internet connection, since none of the passwords that I was given ever let me get on the house's internet connection. Sadly, that was not true. Apparently stepmonster's computer got a virus, freaking everything out on her computer and somehow erasing the past few days of stuff she had done. So he was reinstalling the OS and retrieving everything. I asked him about the wireless connection, if when he was done, he could make sure that I could get on the internet.

To me, this did not seem like an unreasonable request, but stepmonster was highly agitated.

"No one is going to have wireless access except me" she said.
"You mean, I can't get on the internet to do my work?" I said.
"No, I don't want this [the virus thing] to happen again, I don't want anyone to have access to my computer using the wireless" she said.
"I don't think that's the way it works. I can't get to your computer from my computer on the wireless, I can only get to the internet from my computer and whatever I do on the internet would only go to my computer, right?" and I looked to computerguy for confirmation of what I already knew was true.
"She's right, her computer wouldn't communicate with your computer, it just communicates with the router here" he said as he pointed to the router.

Stepmonster looked at us, and then got up and walked out of the room.
Computerguy looked at me like 'that was weird' and I looked back at him like 'tell me about it'.

Then when I left the room dad came down the hall telling me not to mess with the computer stuff.

I told him I wasn't messing with any stuff, I just wanted to get on the wireless internet, so I could have a decent signal and actually get stuff done that I needed to get done.

"Why do you even have wireless? Stepmonster's computer is linked to the router directly, she doesn't even need to use the wireless." I asked
"So halfsister and I can use it" he said.
"So halfsister and you can use the internet and I can't?" I asked.
"No, no one can anymore" He said.
"Are you kidding me? Whatever happened to stepmonster's computer is not related to the wireless connection, and I need to be able to get online for my work." I said
"I thought you said you can get on the internet" he replied
"yes, I can but there's 2 things 1) I'm stealing it from your neighbors so it's ILLEGAL, and 2) the signal is very low so I can't upload or download large files. Like when I uploaded my flickr pictures, it took 3 days to do it on the low connection, but on a good connection it takes like 20 minutes."
"Why are you uploading such big files?" he asks (because it's so unreasonable that I would like to use the internet in ostensibly my own home)

And so on and so on.

It was just so frustrating because spotty wireless internet connection is one of my biggest pet peeves. Plus, I do need the internet to get my work done, I have to upload and download articles from the internet as well as submit papers for publication online, so I need a dependable high speed connection for that.
And, above all, letting me on the internet is NOT A BIG DEAL AT ALL. So WTF?

It's ridiculous! Now he expects me to go to his office to get on the internet, so I would have to set up my own wireless network there since all he has is an office network of desktops there.

I told him that I would help him with his home organization stuff by selling his extra stuff on ebay or craigslist. But, guess what? That needs an internet connection, so I guess he's out of luck because I'll be damned if I have to go out of my way more than I already am to please his wife.

So I think it's really time to pack it in and move over to BFF's house. I know that she totally doesn't mind if I stay there, but it makes me sad and angry that I have to do it.

Angry because if I leave, aren't I just letting stepmonster and halfsister have their way?
Sad because hamsterdad is completely incapable of seeing my point of view on this at all. The attitude I get from him is that I just need to do what they want.

So tomorrow I will call BFF and talk to her about the situation and spend the rest of this week getting everything completely out of this godforsaken place and into my storage unit.

Because, you know, when I am at BFF's I can do all of these things without causing anyone to go off in a huff and slam doors:
1) shower
2) laundry
3) watch TV
4) get on the internet
5) talk on the phone
6) walk into or out of a room
7) breathe