There just might be bloodshed this night
By all the gods above, I think I'm about to kill my father.
I'm in Beaumont right now, visiting my sister and playing with the babies. Of course, since it's Father's Day weekend, he's here as well. For anyone who has heard me gripe about him in the past, this should be setting off warning bells.
I asked Melanie to have a word with him and basically tell him to leave me alone. I would have done it myself, except blood would have been shed when he stupidly asked me why I was mad at him. We were both pretty sure that it went in one ear and out the other. But now he's proving it.
He keeps touching me and patting me and talking to me. Thank the gods he hasn't tried to hug me yet! I'd probably rip him to pieces where he stood. It's not helping that, since he smokes *all* the time, he smells like a stale ash tray. Maybe I can get my point across if, the next time he tries to touch me, I threaten to cut his fingers off and shove them up his anus. Or would that be too much?
I'm in Beaumont right now, visiting my sister and playing with the babies. Of course, since it's Father's Day weekend, he's here as well. For anyone who has heard me gripe about him in the past, this should be setting off warning bells.
I asked Melanie to have a word with him and basically tell him to leave me alone. I would have done it myself, except blood would have been shed when he stupidly asked me why I was mad at him. We were both pretty sure that it went in one ear and out the other. But now he's proving it.
He keeps touching me and patting me and talking to me. Thank the gods he hasn't tried to hug me yet! I'd probably rip him to pieces where he stood. It's not helping that, since he smokes *all* the time, he smells like a stale ash tray. Maybe I can get my point across if, the next time he tries to touch me, I threaten to cut his fingers off and shove them up his anus. Or would that be too much?