big mouth.
So... I got a call from my dad today.
Things between he and I hadn't always been battered or stretched; our relationship hasn't been the best over the last couple of years. He doesn't like Roy, but he respects the fact that Roy is in my life.
And my sister Megan has a big, fat, frigging mouth.
Because she was the one who went to him and told him everything, rather than let me wait and talk to him about it myself. In my own time.
And she told dad about the Baby. Because he asked how far along I am, and then expressed concern about my age and the pregnancy. And how he was afraid I might end up with a Down syndrome kid because I was 32 and pregnant.
Really???
I'm not concerned about the pregnancy, as far as I know it's progressing normally. I'm not concerned about my age, as far as I know 35 is the cut-off for most women for conceiving in this day and age.
Basically the whole half hour was the same thing that he'd always told me... and a few new things thrown in. And now, apparently what Megan had said to him woke him up, and he realized that maybe he needs to be a part of his grandkids' lives no matter if he doesn't like his daughter's fiancee. And he had invited all of us to come down to he and Shelly's place, or even just to find a middle ground and meet there for like lunch or dinner or something, because it's quite a drive for both of us... and Springfield is a pain in the ass to navigate through.
I forgave him a long time ago, but I didn't think he ever truly forgave himself for being an asshole, when I was in the hospital with Aden. When I was in the hospital due to the fact that jerkoff thought his radio or phone was more important than paying attention to the road, and rear-ended me when there was no one else in the other lane so he could have gone around me.
I dunno if the whole thing was a pity pot, forgive me for being a skeptic. My dad doesn't exactly have the nicest track record.
Eh.
I'm for bed.
Things between he and I hadn't always been battered or stretched; our relationship hasn't been the best over the last couple of years. He doesn't like Roy, but he respects the fact that Roy is in my life.
And my sister Megan has a big, fat, frigging mouth.
Because she was the one who went to him and told him everything, rather than let me wait and talk to him about it myself. In my own time.
And she told dad about the Baby. Because he asked how far along I am, and then expressed concern about my age and the pregnancy. And how he was afraid I might end up with a Down syndrome kid because I was 32 and pregnant.
Really???
I'm not concerned about the pregnancy, as far as I know it's progressing normally. I'm not concerned about my age, as far as I know 35 is the cut-off for most women for conceiving in this day and age.
Basically the whole half hour was the same thing that he'd always told me... and a few new things thrown in. And now, apparently what Megan had said to him woke him up, and he realized that maybe he needs to be a part of his grandkids' lives no matter if he doesn't like his daughter's fiancee. And he had invited all of us to come down to he and Shelly's place, or even just to find a middle ground and meet there for like lunch or dinner or something, because it's quite a drive for both of us... and Springfield is a pain in the ass to navigate through.
I forgave him a long time ago, but I didn't think he ever truly forgave himself for being an asshole, when I was in the hospital with Aden. When I was in the hospital due to the fact that jerkoff thought his radio or phone was more important than paying attention to the road, and rear-ended me when there was no one else in the other lane so he could have gone around me.
I dunno if the whole thing was a pity pot, forgive me for being a skeptic. My dad doesn't exactly have the nicest track record.
Eh.
I'm for bed.