Wow.
~So my day was uneventful. Woke up, hosted a bloodlust on nexus, ate, showered, sat around on nexus and listened to music, you know, the regular day. Then I had my ministry meeting, and then I went to watch Sailor Moon S the movie (which royally sucked. guess how much I care about Luna wanting to be a human 'cause she loved someone...not at all). After that, I tried to take a nap, and couldn't sleep. So I went downstairs and tried to make a PB&J out of crunchy peanut butter and blueberry preserves. Let me tell you how well that worked. Oh, did I mention my mom saying that I made her life worse since she had me? I didn't, oh well, she did. Sweet action league now, right? Well, then my dad started bitching about you know, whatever, and was all like "You're not a man" about 16 times, so I wrapped up one of my sammichs and went upstairs, to be shortly followed by my dad. Woo. Well, he came upstairs and was all like "Come downstairs, I need you to do stuff." and I was like "What stuff?" and he's like "Don't ask, just do it" so I get down there and he's like "Sweep, because I put in a full day of work, I shouldn't have to clean house" 'cause we all know how much work 3 dishes takes to wash (get over it, ya fuck). And then he was like "You know, I wanna know your definition of a man" and I'm sayin' "Apparently not the same as yours (as you like to think that men should be heartless)" and he's like "You know, you've put this family in shit, and you're not helping" and I'm like "You know, had I known that we DIDN'T have free long distance like T-Mobile told us, I wouldn't have run up a cell phone bill that large." and he's like "Not that. That fucking little announcement you made two years ago*".
--*Now for those of you who don't know, two years ago I came out to my dad, and you know what? He told me I needed to "fix" myself. So I told him I did about 3 months later to try and patch things up with him, because he was like crying everyday that he had a fag son, and how was he supposed to go to church knowing I was a fag, and how was he supposed to answer when people are like "How are your kids?" 'cause apparently, when someone asks how the kids are, it apparently means you must answer "They're not homos, fucker". 'Cause apparently, to my dad he only needs to know two things, my name, and I'm gay. I can't have a life besides that.
~So with him saying that, I just put the broom down and told him, "I can't have this conversation" and I tried to walk upstairs, so I walked around to the other side of the room, and he said something around the lines of "You can't fix me. I'm not broken. I'm gay." and there we got into the near-fist-fight. I once again tried to go back upstairs, and he grabbed me and tried to throw me against the wall. Which is something you don't do to me...I'm like the Hulk, you piss me off, and I get ridiculously strong. I shoved him against the wall and was like "Let me go. Right now." He he was like "Blah blah blah" (i tune people out when I get pissed) which pissed me off more, so then I started to yell, which got my mom downstairs. She was like "let him go" and my dad was like "tell him to let me go" and I'm like "You loosen your grip" which led to my mom coming between us. We started fighting verbally again, me shouting "You can't handle having a fag son" and he was like "OMFG!" (of course, not in aol slang, or anything close to that) so I stormed off upstairs and went to my room, to yeah, cry. Who wouldn't cry after that? So I was like "fuck this" and cried some more, and my mom came in and we talked and I was like "Even you told me that I have only made her life harder since I was born" which she tried to back up with "I meant only today" and yeah, bullshit. So after that, she left, and I got on the computer to commence a second meeting in my ministry and to post her before I explode.
Good day.
--*Now for those of you who don't know, two years ago I came out to my dad, and you know what? He told me I needed to "fix" myself. So I told him I did about 3 months later to try and patch things up with him, because he was like crying everyday that he had a fag son, and how was he supposed to go to church knowing I was a fag, and how was he supposed to answer when people are like "How are your kids?" 'cause apparently, when someone asks how the kids are, it apparently means you must answer "They're not homos, fucker". 'Cause apparently, to my dad he only needs to know two things, my name, and I'm gay. I can't have a life besides that.
~So with him saying that, I just put the broom down and told him, "I can't have this conversation" and I tried to walk upstairs, so I walked around to the other side of the room, and he said something around the lines of "You can't fix me. I'm not broken. I'm gay." and there we got into the near-fist-fight. I once again tried to go back upstairs, and he grabbed me and tried to throw me against the wall. Which is something you don't do to me...I'm like the Hulk, you piss me off, and I get ridiculously strong. I shoved him against the wall and was like "Let me go. Right now." He he was like "Blah blah blah" (i tune people out when I get pissed) which pissed me off more, so then I started to yell, which got my mom downstairs. She was like "let him go" and my dad was like "tell him to let me go" and I'm like "You loosen your grip" which led to my mom coming between us. We started fighting verbally again, me shouting "You can't handle having a fag son" and he was like "OMFG!" (of course, not in aol slang, or anything close to that) so I stormed off upstairs and went to my room, to yeah, cry. Who wouldn't cry after that? So I was like "fuck this" and cried some more, and my mom came in and we talked and I was like "Even you told me that I have only made her life harder since I was born" which she tried to back up with "I meant only today" and yeah, bullshit. So after that, she left, and I got on the computer to commence a second meeting in my ministry and to post her before I explode.
Good day.