Real life, Dad, WTF
This is actually a pretty funny story I just don't want to litter people's friends list as I posted all those story links yesterday and this is about real life as opposed to fiction.
I guess what you need to know first is that I have issues with my dad. But my friend Aiden says that you don't have "Daddy Issues" when they're well founded. When he calls me I feel physically sick because he only calls me up to talk about why I'm a disappointment, and why I'm wasting my life or to bully me into going to see them when all they do is fight and shout at my younger siblings.
So my dad moved house a while back, to a private golf club. My dad is one rich fucker, I mean millions rich, he sold his eight million dollar house to move to this place because they "needed more space." The new place as a courtyard. So sometimes he calls up my Mum, not a rich woman, and borrows a shit ton of money off of her because his company goes rocky. And she lends him her mortgage which is pretty fucked up because if he doesn't pay it she won't be able to cover the interest let alone the money. Last time she said fine so long as he would pay for my health insurance. Needless to say he took the money, paid her back four months later and I'm still uninsured.
He moved to a house that is at least forty-five minutes away from us and just called her. "One of our cats has gone missing, so go over to our new house look for it because we're not going to be home for at least an hour and a half." WTF? No, seriously, what-the-fuckin-fuck? He hasn't even spoken to her since the last time he borrowed money. It's almost like he and my step-mother say, "What is the most ridiculous thing she'll do?" It's like something the woman in The Devil Wears Prada would have made her assistant do.
Anyway, she got out of it by saying that she's cooking dinner and that it'll be dark by the time she gets there. But what the fuck? Why should she drive forty-five minutes to look for their cat? They aren't friends. And how dare they? How dare they. They have friends who live closer but they know that none of them would turn up. But I mean, if one of my cats went missing I wouldn't even call my friend who lives three doors down, it will turn up or it won't. But the nerve, to ask her, at dinner time, to come over, when she has been working all day, to look for their fucking cat? Do they think she has nothing better to do? If it was one of my siblings who was missing obviously she would have been over like a shot. They're my siblings and therefore she views them as family. But a cat? Seriously.
They sure as hell wouldn't have done it for us. And when she said that she didn't see that her going would help my step-mother was all disappointed a surprised. WTF? No, really, WTF? Now Mum feels like a bitch for not going, which is really what interactions with my father do: they make you feel small and stupid.
I guess what you need to know first is that I have issues with my dad. But my friend Aiden says that you don't have "Daddy Issues" when they're well founded. When he calls me I feel physically sick because he only calls me up to talk about why I'm a disappointment, and why I'm wasting my life or to bully me into going to see them when all they do is fight and shout at my younger siblings.
So my dad moved house a while back, to a private golf club. My dad is one rich fucker, I mean millions rich, he sold his eight million dollar house to move to this place because they "needed more space." The new place as a courtyard. So sometimes he calls up my Mum, not a rich woman, and borrows a shit ton of money off of her because his company goes rocky. And she lends him her mortgage which is pretty fucked up because if he doesn't pay it she won't be able to cover the interest let alone the money. Last time she said fine so long as he would pay for my health insurance. Needless to say he took the money, paid her back four months later and I'm still uninsured.
He moved to a house that is at least forty-five minutes away from us and just called her. "One of our cats has gone missing, so go over to our new house look for it because we're not going to be home for at least an hour and a half." WTF? No, seriously, what-the-fuckin-fuck? He hasn't even spoken to her since the last time he borrowed money. It's almost like he and my step-mother say, "What is the most ridiculous thing she'll do?" It's like something the woman in The Devil Wears Prada would have made her assistant do.
Anyway, she got out of it by saying that she's cooking dinner and that it'll be dark by the time she gets there. But what the fuck? Why should she drive forty-five minutes to look for their cat? They aren't friends. And how dare they? How dare they. They have friends who live closer but they know that none of them would turn up. But I mean, if one of my cats went missing I wouldn't even call my friend who lives three doors down, it will turn up or it won't. But the nerve, to ask her, at dinner time, to come over, when she has been working all day, to look for their fucking cat? Do they think she has nothing better to do? If it was one of my siblings who was missing obviously she would have been over like a shot. They're my siblings and therefore she views them as family. But a cat? Seriously.
They sure as hell wouldn't have done it for us. And when she said that she didn't see that her going would help my step-mother was all disappointed a surprised. WTF? No, really, WTF? Now Mum feels like a bitch for not going, which is really what interactions with my father do: they make you feel small and stupid.