This is a log of what I experience from where I am, currently. I write so that I do not forget. My oppinion will be laced in through my observations. I hope that does not cause you to only see my perspective, but that's what this is about. Your assertations would be appreciated.

-Monday, March 26, 2012-
"Been sitting on her ass... All fuckin' day. See this Sophi? This is a towel, used to dry things."
"Get herself a new husband."
"Hastale-bye-bye."
I am surprised the ruckus he makes as he clutters dishes together as well as cook-ware and silverware doesn't awaken the neighbors. His muttering hardly contained as I sit in the living room.
"That would be... Just under 20 minutes. Cleaned, dried and put away. Just with a little effort. Effort.
I know he is speaking about me, and I am quite sure he realizes that these things that he does and says will be told to Shelly, but he seems to either lack finesse or care. I am unsure if he knows that I am sitting here, though, I am rather hard to miss. The only conclusion I can come up with is that he is doing this on purpose. Purposely loud and purposely rude. He does it to hurt me. I've been told it's jealousy... But rather, I believe it's due to the fact that I disrupt his evening. I am the one gives strength to the person he wishes to bull over. He left the house around 10PM and returned around midnight. It is now 12:32AM and he still meander's about.
"It's not going to stay this way." he tells the dogs, as if they care for his words. They only want the food he is so close to. And perhaps his attention, though, I deeply wish that they didn't.
The curseword 'Fuck' goes hand in hand with 'out' as he remains in the kitchen, most likely eating food or drinking tea. His reasonings behind his aggression are childish, but I suppose everyone is. It is only a matter of time before he blurts his thoughts to me or becomes violent. 12:35 AM

It is now 12:39 AM and he has sat down to watch Survivor. He eats cake and animal crackers and breathes very heavily through his nose. He smacks his mouth and I cannot stress how annoyed I am already. He is doing his best to ignore me and I him. We have ignored one another before. Usually after he tells me that I've done something wrong or a way that he does not like. That arrangement pleases me greatly for rarely do I wish to speak with him.
I am writing. I have no interest in the show, nor him... Besides, I've been meaning to sit down and write for a while... I might be paranoid, but the Internet Connection was fine before he walked back into the house. This happens constantly. The other day, after he left at 10PM, just as he did tonight, the Connection stopped working, so I checked the wireless router. Turns out it was unplugged. I do not doubt it was him. He fights like a woman... this is a fight I know how to fight.
He disgusts me Scratching himself in front of me, eating like a slob, farting and burping. Now, as some of you know, I'm no stranger to such behavior, but when it is him, when it is Ric, I cannot stand it. My stummach churns and I swear I feel bile rising.
I've been clenching my jaw and it's become sore. My teeth protest eating hard foods. My head throbs when he's around. Usually, I hide out in the bedroom that Shelly and I share and I refuse to come out, even for food.
Speaking of, there are certain foods and drinks we must hide if we wish to eat it before he does and complains that we only buy 'shit'. If we buy 'shit' it is only because that's all that's left after he has eaten everything better. I cannot express how infuriating this man is. 12:50AM

1:03AM He's eating more food. Smacking his mouth like a child raised in a barn. I am forcing myself to not clench my teeth. It it a difficult task when it's all I want to do. 1:04AM

1:30AM He has grown bored of watching his nonsense. Now he is playing on MY PS3 and huffing. Whether it is because of my presence or the difficulty of the game, I am unsure. Either way, I take it personally. 1:32AM

3:10AM He finishes God of War III and is thrilled and pleased. We chat lightly about it. That is that. After a few moments, he mutters about parts of the game being a pain in the ass. Don't ask me which, I'm hard pressed to listen. 3:17AM

4:04AM Since he's gone to bed, I checked the wireless router. It was unplugged again. It is not possible that the damn thing unplugs itself. He does this, and I believe it is to punish me. Though, I am not an idiot nor so attatched to the internet that I cannot survive without, it is still infuriating and insulting! As I have mentioned before, he is such a child. 4:06AM

March 27, 2012
5:09PM Moments ago, Shelly texted me to leave if Ric should arrive. I know what this means... She texted him to "Get his shit and leave"! I am both thrilled and frightened. I do not relish in being yelled at or the object of detest. I unfortunately cannot leave the house until my clothes are dried. I had clothes in the wash and he saw fit to set them on top of the dryer instead of inside, and left them there. I am hoping they dry quickly, but I know it will be a while before any are usable.
His show of blatant disrespect has happened before to Shelly. It is deplorable. But, it also happens.
Although I must find my wy out of here and soon, I am apprehensive about leaving my things here. I do not want him to take out his aggressions on my consols, games, or clothes. Though, I believe it unlikely for him to do such things... I hope my belief is well founded. 5:15PM

7:24PM He has not returned, but Shelly has. She made burgers and we talked. We'll be fine for now. I'll update when next I can. 7:25PM

March 28, 2012
6:40PM She has told him to pack his things and leave officially. As well as telling him that she is filing for divorce. I feel nervous and unsure that this will end with minimal conflict... I'm hoping he just accepts it and moves on... But, I know that my hopes will be in vein. 6:44PM

7:50PM We're in bed. Shelly is sleeping. I have my laptop, nook, and a BB Gun for just in case situations. I really hope I don't have to use it. On the bright side, if I have to use the gun, it will be in self defense. He'll go to jail because I will press charges. This scum bag will never make my Aunt nor myself feel unsafe again. I'll get a restraining order, as will she... But only if he becomes violent. I have no legal grounds otherwise. 7:53PM

8:28PM He has returned... 8:28PM

8:34PM He is microwaving himself something... I'm beginning to doubt he checks his text messages from Shelly... I think he'll be staying in the living room for now. 8:35PM

March 29, 2012
5:19AM He approached Shelly and I in the kitchen and asked when I was going home. I told him that I didn't know. But what I did know was that shit was about to hit the fan. He pointed fingers, mostly at me. Somehow, every problem that he had was my fault. Whenever I have had a fight with someone older than myself, I've kept my head down and barely argued... But when he accused me of laughing at the situation because he couldn't see my face properly, I snapped. I hadn't intended on yelling, but it was so quick. I meant to look at him funny... Instead, as I turned my head, my body shook with anger and I yelled at him.  
While it was all going down, I just wanted him to go away so the shaking would stop... The argument seemed on-lasting until he finally left, claiming the need to sleep, and throwing his cup violently into the sink.
When he was gone, Shelly was crying, so I comforted her, telling her it would be okay and that this had to happen at some point.  My limbs still shake and my face is still flushed from the adrenalin of the fight... I was hungry before, but I'll throw up if I eat in this state. Perhaps I'll just go to bed?
If I do not post later, within 24 hours, he has either shut off the internet in some way, or has made it impossible for me to do anything. 5:26AM

2:44PM I woke up around 1 and still feel knotted and ill. At least my face is no longer flushed and my body no longer shakes. I am still tired, but I want to force myself to stay awake until before he returns. The BB Gun is wedged between the bed and headboard, so I know that I have it, just in case. I forced myself to eat and shower - not at the same time, mind you - and I still feel queasy. I don't think I've ever fought like that... But, now that I think on it, I believe it was oddly freeing. I've always submitted to those older than me, even when I knew they were wrong! Perhaps this will help me work up for a truthful confrontation with my mother? Though, I hear she'll be moving off to California... That means that I could return home... Though, my sense of honor and love for my Aunt Shelly causes me to feel bad about feeling happy. I cannot leave her here; neither with him, nor alone! Everyone tells me to take care of myself, but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I left her here. So, I will not be returning home until she no longer needs me. 2:51PM

April 2, 2012
8:39PM Things have been calm and good lately. I spend my time thoroughly avoiding Ric as much as I can which seems to be working well. Everyone seems to be doing well. I still detest the man, but he is tolerable. So long as I don't spend time with him. 8:41PM