What have I become, my sweetest friend?
I'm so incredibly sick of my dad.
first, he calls me saturday and says he's having friends over that night. i said that's fine as long as their quiet because i had to work sunday morning. and he was like "well it's not going to be quiet" and he was a total asshole about it. so i decided to stay at my mom's. i stopped home around 1030 pm to grab work clothes, and the house was fucking trashed. he was passed out drunk. there were beer cans everywhere, the kitchen was a fucking wreck, the phone was smashed, etc. his friends weren't there though, but i still decided to stay at mom's.
i left my mom at note telling her why i was staying over, and i guess she talked to my dad about it. (he doesn't know i stopped home that night to grab clothes) so he totally denied ever being drunk, and he told my mom i never stopped there. maybe...just MAYBE...it was because you were passed out by 1030 that night. fucking reject. of course my mom believes me. she has no reason not to.
and then i get home from work on sunday and the house is squeaky clean like nothing ever happened. and then he hands me a piece of paper with "everything" he spends his paycheck on to show me that all his money goes to bills. yeah, because i'm going to believe a piece of paper that he wrote himself and was probably a tad biased with. i just grabbed it and threw it back in his face.
ok and here's the most recent bullshit that happened last night.
i collect shot glasses, and i have them all lined up in front of the tv in my room. keep in mind i know how many i have, what order they're in, etc. so i'm near my tv, and i realize i'm missing 2 of them...yet the other ones are untouched and perfectly aligned (so there is NO way my cats did it). i found one of them on the ground on the side of my table...and that would be nothing to me but...it wasn't a shot glass that was on the end...it was in the middle...yet there was no spot signifying where it was.
so SOMEONE had to have knocked it down, and then shifted the rest of my shot glasses so there was no empty space in the middle.
and i'm pretty sure my cats didn't do that.
AND.
my favorite shot glass is completely gone. missing. disappeared into thin air. and coincidently, it's the shot glass that my dad hated most.
hmmm.
i actually asked him about it, and he was like "i didn't touch any shot glass, jessalyn. how the fuck am i supposed to believe that? there is NO way in hell the cats did that without knocking down all of the other shot glasses...and the shot glass isn't anywhere near where it could've possibly fell.
my theory is, that when he was trashed out of his mind, he went in my room and took it...did god knows what with it, knocked down another one by accident and instead of picking it up, and moved all my shot glasses so that it didn't look like one was missing.
i'm going to find that shot glass, because i know it's in this house somewhere. unless he threw it away. then i'm going to buy 10 more of that shot glass, and put all of them up near my tv. if they disappear, i WILL kill him.
ok enough of my venting, time to go to class.
first, he calls me saturday and says he's having friends over that night. i said that's fine as long as their quiet because i had to work sunday morning. and he was like "well it's not going to be quiet" and he was a total asshole about it. so i decided to stay at my mom's. i stopped home around 1030 pm to grab work clothes, and the house was fucking trashed. he was passed out drunk. there were beer cans everywhere, the kitchen was a fucking wreck, the phone was smashed, etc. his friends weren't there though, but i still decided to stay at mom's.
i left my mom at note telling her why i was staying over, and i guess she talked to my dad about it. (he doesn't know i stopped home that night to grab clothes) so he totally denied ever being drunk, and he told my mom i never stopped there. maybe...just MAYBE...it was because you were passed out by 1030 that night. fucking reject. of course my mom believes me. she has no reason not to.
and then i get home from work on sunday and the house is squeaky clean like nothing ever happened. and then he hands me a piece of paper with "everything" he spends his paycheck on to show me that all his money goes to bills. yeah, because i'm going to believe a piece of paper that he wrote himself and was probably a tad biased with. i just grabbed it and threw it back in his face.
ok and here's the most recent bullshit that happened last night.
i collect shot glasses, and i have them all lined up in front of the tv in my room. keep in mind i know how many i have, what order they're in, etc. so i'm near my tv, and i realize i'm missing 2 of them...yet the other ones are untouched and perfectly aligned (so there is NO way my cats did it). i found one of them on the ground on the side of my table...and that would be nothing to me but...it wasn't a shot glass that was on the end...it was in the middle...yet there was no spot signifying where it was.
so SOMEONE had to have knocked it down, and then shifted the rest of my shot glasses so there was no empty space in the middle.
and i'm pretty sure my cats didn't do that.
AND.
my favorite shot glass is completely gone. missing. disappeared into thin air. and coincidently, it's the shot glass that my dad hated most.
hmmm.
i actually asked him about it, and he was like "i didn't touch any shot glass, jessalyn. how the fuck am i supposed to believe that? there is NO way in hell the cats did that without knocking down all of the other shot glasses...and the shot glass isn't anywhere near where it could've possibly fell.
my theory is, that when he was trashed out of his mind, he went in my room and took it...did god knows what with it, knocked down another one by accident and instead of picking it up, and moved all my shot glasses so that it didn't look like one was missing.
i'm going to find that shot glass, because i know it's in this house somewhere. unless he threw it away. then i'm going to buy 10 more of that shot glass, and put all of them up near my tv. if they disappear, i WILL kill him.
ok enough of my venting, time to go to class.