Aug 16, 2007 13:38
A couple of days ago, my dad was really horrible to me. He decided (out of the blue) to discuss a collogue of his (which he has already established is a shallow bitch, how nice of him to compare her with me) who had recently read her boyfriends text, ooh! Messages I wonder why he brought that up with me. Now with my exam results in what 2 days, this was not a conversation I wanted to have, but obviously, we had been getting on far too well so he had to upset me just for a bit. He asked me if I would ever do that, to which I replied that it depended on the person and the situation.
Now in my defense, if there is nothing to find there is no problem. So of course if you’re a secretive, lying, vindictive bastard you would want to cover-up your tracks under the pretence of "privacy". Now lets just ask ourselves, why one would need another more personal email (when you already have a perfectly good joint email account), do you recon that is a bit inconspicuous, mmhm, that it is.
But yeah, I am ashamed to say I did get a bit angry, and a bit of defensive. But I just feel so repressed, later on I just burst into tears just out of sheer anger and helplessness, and it wasn't just a stifled sob, no it was proper face drench, red blotchy bloodshot despair. My mum got very worried about me, but yeah I could excuse it as exam stress, but I still feel this burning white hot rage, I am scared I am going to loose my head and stab someone.
Aside from this though, I did get my A level results, and I am quite relived really. I got 3B's in Media, English Lit and Drama, and a C in Psychology. So yeah I am quite pleased, I expected I did far worse.
a levels,
dad,
rant