my fucking father...
threw a legal pad at my head. at my goddamn head.
here's what went down.
our dog had surgery today, and we picked him up and brought him home earlier.
there's more pills for him to take, so dad was supposed to make a chart of the times and doses, 'cause he was the one who talked to the vet and knows what times we can give what pills. He calls me over and says that he wrote down instructions, and that I was to make the chart. I rolled my eyes, told him that he was supposed to do it, but picked up the pad anyway to do like he said to try and avoid conflict. He raised his hands in a "fuck you" sort of gesture and started going off on how if I was going to be that way, to bring the pad back over. I underhand tossed it so that it would land on the table in front of him. it does so, but he pushes himself up out of the chair and comes at me with a wild look in his eyes and then fucking CHUCKS the pad at me, hitting me in the head so hard with the edge that holds all the paper together that I'm surprised I'm not bleeding. seriously. THEN he starts yelling about all the shit he pays for (which is nothing, by the way...except the occasional vet bill) and bitches at me to get a job...I've tried and tried and fucking TRIED to get a job. I just CAN'T in this economy. Boulder is in an economic slump, and NO WHERE is hiring.
right now, him and mom are fighting down the hall, and I'm sitting here trying to vent this out through gut wracking sobs. he's never lashed out quite this hard before...I mean, I've always known he's passive aggressive, but for a grown man to come towards a young woman like that with that look...I was SO close to calling the police on him. If I hadn't come in here after he yelled at me, I think he would have done something far more violent. I never thought that I'd have "one of those" parents that I'd develop a fear of, but after tonight...
here's what went down.
our dog had surgery today, and we picked him up and brought him home earlier.
there's more pills for him to take, so dad was supposed to make a chart of the times and doses, 'cause he was the one who talked to the vet and knows what times we can give what pills. He calls me over and says that he wrote down instructions, and that I was to make the chart. I rolled my eyes, told him that he was supposed to do it, but picked up the pad anyway to do like he said to try and avoid conflict. He raised his hands in a "fuck you" sort of gesture and started going off on how if I was going to be that way, to bring the pad back over. I underhand tossed it so that it would land on the table in front of him. it does so, but he pushes himself up out of the chair and comes at me with a wild look in his eyes and then fucking CHUCKS the pad at me, hitting me in the head so hard with the edge that holds all the paper together that I'm surprised I'm not bleeding. seriously. THEN he starts yelling about all the shit he pays for (which is nothing, by the way...except the occasional vet bill) and bitches at me to get a job...I've tried and tried and fucking TRIED to get a job. I just CAN'T in this economy. Boulder is in an economic slump, and NO WHERE is hiring.
right now, him and mom are fighting down the hall, and I'm sitting here trying to vent this out through gut wracking sobs. he's never lashed out quite this hard before...I mean, I've always known he's passive aggressive, but for a grown man to come towards a young woman like that with that look...I was SO close to calling the police on him. If I hadn't come in here after he yelled at me, I think he would have done something far more violent. I never thought that I'd have "one of those" parents that I'd develop a fear of, but after tonight...