GRR!
Grrrrrrr. Dad is such a pain.
1st of all, our "project for the week" is to clean out this file cabinet, not to mention the million other times he'll bug me about stuff on the computer and I can't stand being that close to him because he can't read to himself noooooooo he has to fucking say it outloud, all spitting and stinking and I hate him.
I asked him to please shut up and he told me that I better lose my attitude before he "puts me through that cabinet." Hi, can we say threat? Does this mean I am perfectly justified in inflicting pain on him? AND THEN he expects me to help him do shit. Like he can't go to the fucking store on his own. He's a fucking baby.
Then he's constantly talking about what he's going to do when we move and it's like "SHUT THE FUCK UP! I am so goddamned sick of hearing it." He's pissing me off. So then I found this supurb house with a in-law apartment and both mom and I are like "Ohhh yay!" and that I can live in the little apartment. And Dad's all. "No, I think I'm going to make the apartment an office, you can sleep in one of the other bedrooms." He doesn't want me to have ANYTHING. Well fuck him. As soon as I get on my feet I am so away from him it won't be funny and I never ever ever want to see that fucking bastard EVER again. He can die and rot in hell for all I care.
1st of all, our "project for the week" is to clean out this file cabinet, not to mention the million other times he'll bug me about stuff on the computer and I can't stand being that close to him because he can't read to himself noooooooo he has to fucking say it outloud, all spitting and stinking and I hate him.
I asked him to please shut up and he told me that I better lose my attitude before he "puts me through that cabinet." Hi, can we say threat? Does this mean I am perfectly justified in inflicting pain on him? AND THEN he expects me to help him do shit. Like he can't go to the fucking store on his own. He's a fucking baby.
Then he's constantly talking about what he's going to do when we move and it's like "SHUT THE FUCK UP! I am so goddamned sick of hearing it." He's pissing me off. So then I found this supurb house with a in-law apartment and both mom and I are like "Ohhh yay!" and that I can live in the little apartment. And Dad's all. "No, I think I'm going to make the apartment an office, you can sleep in one of the other bedrooms." He doesn't want me to have ANYTHING. Well fuck him. As soon as I get on my feet I am so away from him it won't be funny and I never ever ever want to see that fucking bastard EVER again. He can die and rot in hell for all I care.