what a night
so...my dad is MIA.
I went over to IRB for family dinner. routine thing. bbq and fishing off the dock. while we were eating hot dogs and pasta salad after a long, hard day of junk hauling, my dad pushed his carrots to the side of the plate and commented he doesn't care for them.
my step mother couldn't keep her dumb mouth shut, and says, "well you should make dinner every night then".
bickering is typical at the dinner table, and always makes everyone else at the table uncomfortable. tonight is escalated, and my dad got up and said "FUCK THIS, THIS IS BULLSHIT" and left the house. I took his side and got up and left too.
I passed him on Ulmerton, and assumed he was going back home.
He is not home. No one knows where he is.
Could be the beginning of the end. Or it could blow over in the morning. We'll see.
I went over to IRB for family dinner. routine thing. bbq and fishing off the dock. while we were eating hot dogs and pasta salad after a long, hard day of junk hauling, my dad pushed his carrots to the side of the plate and commented he doesn't care for them.
my step mother couldn't keep her dumb mouth shut, and says, "well you should make dinner every night then".
bickering is typical at the dinner table, and always makes everyone else at the table uncomfortable. tonight is escalated, and my dad got up and said "FUCK THIS, THIS IS BULLSHIT" and left the house. I took his side and got up and left too.
I passed him on Ulmerton, and assumed he was going back home.
He is not home. No one knows where he is.
Could be the beginning of the end. Or it could blow over in the morning. We'll see.