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so. to sum up my last 2+ months of hell this time
nov 7th my dad comes home with two strays bf+gf team this time, one dean and one 'demon'
a week later bitch kicks dean to the curb for my dad (woo hoo new sugah daddy ahoy~) and proceeds to completely wrap him around her finger, more or less a free place to stay, as much food as the bitch could eat and near safety from getting tossed to the curb (no matter how many fucking times we told both him and her to get outover the 2+ months. we started nov 10th, she left jan 6th.)
so a couple days ago my dad finds out the bitch was fucking other guys while he was at work (well duh, dumbass) and now he's in full pity mode (i can accept a bit of moping about and maybe a bit of anger here and there, but c'mon) and he's dragging the rest of us into it and then refusing to let us deal with it in any way 'i'm the dad, fuck you get out of my face, i'm tired of people running my life'
.. guess what fuckhead, if you'd deal with your life so we don't get pulled into your personal spats with dumb ass ho's we wouldn't need to step in and clean up the shit that gets left behind so we don't step in it.
and after he told me today she'd be showing up, well. i flat out told him she wasn't allowed in the house. which got another round of 'i'm the dad' out of him. meh, it's not his house, he barely give up any money for anything that isn't beer/drugs/food for himself, and he wants to play king shit? best be movin out dammit, cause you ain't got a leg to stand on there buddy boy :O my sister rules this roost. her word is law. bitch stays outside that door. you want to be a total fool and go back to her? fine, but do it someplace else, cause we're done with this shit.
and near the end of this little rant i went to grab his shoulder and spin him enough to face me so i could make it clear i really did mean it, he (being drunk from the last uhh.. near 24 hours of constant 40 to mouth action) stumbled and instead of his shoulder my hand hit his throat (not enough to hurt him any, i'm still too weak to even carry a gallon of milk very far, damn sickness) i try to pull back to relocate my hand, he stumbles forward into me, and trying to maintain myself and his weight, i overcompensate and wind up mashing us both into the wall and the next thing i know i'm on the floor and he's wailing on me and my nephew david is pulling him off me, i make it to the door and he's on me again and after trying to pry his ass off me (and failing, weak, remember?) and david having bailed to the other side of the room to avoid the flailing limbs, aint much i can do at that point but hammer weakly at his ass with my free hand and try and wiggle out and bail for downstairs, and well. now everyone is pissy. and i dunno what he's planning, but he's drunk and pissed off, and last time he was ranting about someone making their last mistake in regards to him, he put a damn hit on 'em. -_- isn't my father a joy? don't answer that.
so yeah, i've come to the conclusion my father is a twit, a drunk, and a worthless scumbag. oh, and he really needs to fucking grow up and learn how to deal with his fucking life so we don't need to clean up after him. you're 50 you fuckhead. act it.
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as an edit later on in the morning, (11am) my leg is all gimpy and if i try and walk right it feels like the bone is gonna twinge on me. think i might have to walk carefully for a few days. might have come close to fracturing or breaking my lower leg bone when he landed on it :\ suck, oh well. at least it didn't, i think... may very well have started to fracture it though -_-
nov 7th my dad comes home with two strays bf+gf team this time, one dean and one 'demon'
a week later bitch kicks dean to the curb for my dad (woo hoo new sugah daddy ahoy~) and proceeds to completely wrap him around her finger, more or less a free place to stay, as much food as the bitch could eat and near safety from getting tossed to the curb (no matter how many fucking times we told both him and her to get outover the 2+ months. we started nov 10th, she left jan 6th.)
so a couple days ago my dad finds out the bitch was fucking other guys while he was at work (well duh, dumbass) and now he's in full pity mode (i can accept a bit of moping about and maybe a bit of anger here and there, but c'mon) and he's dragging the rest of us into it and then refusing to let us deal with it in any way 'i'm the dad, fuck you get out of my face, i'm tired of people running my life'
.. guess what fuckhead, if you'd deal with your life so we don't get pulled into your personal spats with dumb ass ho's we wouldn't need to step in and clean up the shit that gets left behind so we don't step in it.
and after he told me today she'd be showing up, well. i flat out told him she wasn't allowed in the house. which got another round of 'i'm the dad' out of him. meh, it's not his house, he barely give up any money for anything that isn't beer/drugs/food for himself, and he wants to play king shit? best be movin out dammit, cause you ain't got a leg to stand on there buddy boy :O my sister rules this roost. her word is law. bitch stays outside that door. you want to be a total fool and go back to her? fine, but do it someplace else, cause we're done with this shit.
and near the end of this little rant i went to grab his shoulder and spin him enough to face me so i could make it clear i really did mean it, he (being drunk from the last uhh.. near 24 hours of constant 40 to mouth action) stumbled and instead of his shoulder my hand hit his throat (not enough to hurt him any, i'm still too weak to even carry a gallon of milk very far, damn sickness) i try to pull back to relocate my hand, he stumbles forward into me, and trying to maintain myself and his weight, i overcompensate and wind up mashing us both into the wall and the next thing i know i'm on the floor and he's wailing on me and my nephew david is pulling him off me, i make it to the door and he's on me again and after trying to pry his ass off me (and failing, weak, remember?) and david having bailed to the other side of the room to avoid the flailing limbs, aint much i can do at that point but hammer weakly at his ass with my free hand and try and wiggle out and bail for downstairs, and well. now everyone is pissy. and i dunno what he's planning, but he's drunk and pissed off, and last time he was ranting about someone making their last mistake in regards to him, he put a damn hit on 'em. -_- isn't my father a joy? don't answer that.
so yeah, i've come to the conclusion my father is a twit, a drunk, and a worthless scumbag. oh, and he really needs to fucking grow up and learn how to deal with his fucking life so we don't need to clean up after him. you're 50 you fuckhead. act it.
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as an edit later on in the morning, (11am) my leg is all gimpy and if i try and walk right it feels like the bone is gonna twinge on me. think i might have to walk carefully for a few days. might have come close to fracturing or breaking my lower leg bone when he landed on it :\ suck, oh well. at least it didn't, i think... may very well have started to fracture it though -_-