fathers.
...are so difficult to reason with.
mine is fucking driving me insane.
It's like one minute he's my best goddamn friend. Then, he'll just randomly call me and bitch and whine about some mundane thing I did... or forgot to do.
I'm so sick of him. He's really good at driving people away.
Allen and I went to his house a few weeks ago and cleaned the entire downstairs. I mean, it was fucking spotless.
& i'm hardly ever there... so, when i came home a few days later, the house was a wreck again.
Okay, I know I didn't do it... but these are the things he blames on me. There's crap everywhere... random shit.
& he throws a goddamn fit everytime I forget to bring my mail up? WTF.
here's a conversation we had the other day:
(i was in a hurry to meet tiffany up at breaker's, cause I hadn't seen her in a while, and i'd been at home all day, so i'd developed a slight case of cabin fever.)
DAD: "Before you leave, you're gonna clean out your bowls and change the kitty litter."
ELISE: "Okay."
(so I cleaned out the litter and begun soaking the dishes. i'd planned on coming home that night. then i left)
When I'm half way down the street, he calls me:
DAD: "You can't even put the bowls in the fucking dishwasher? You sure did a half-ass job."
ELISE: "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry, but I'll turn around and do them right now." (I'm about to make a u-turn)
DAD: "No, don't worry about it. Let me just make this real simple for you, Elise. Start talking to Allen about a place to live. I want you out of here by the end of the month."
But, see, the thing is, I'd be really happy to move out of his house, but I have nowhere to go, and no money. I'm broke. I don't have one dollar to my name, let alone a job.
& He knows all of this! (yet he still gets upset when I con't give him the whole amount for rent. I moved in with him so that I could save money and pay off my debts, and it just hasn't been happening.)
...so I'm thinking,"How the hell can he do this to me? What a piece of shit!"
Where the hell am I supposed to go? I'm not moving in with Allen, at least until we're ready. Been there, done that. No thanks. I don't want to put stress on our relationship by relying on him. We're not married. It's not an option.
So, my mother, being the sweet, thoughful person she is (or, the opposite of my dad), offered to let me move in with her and Noah... RENT FREE!!! (with conditions, but I don't care. She wants me to be back on my feet by the time she leaves for Louisiana.) THANK. GOD.
mine is fucking driving me insane.
It's like one minute he's my best goddamn friend. Then, he'll just randomly call me and bitch and whine about some mundane thing I did... or forgot to do.
I'm so sick of him. He's really good at driving people away.
Allen and I went to his house a few weeks ago and cleaned the entire downstairs. I mean, it was fucking spotless.
& i'm hardly ever there... so, when i came home a few days later, the house was a wreck again.
Okay, I know I didn't do it... but these are the things he blames on me. There's crap everywhere... random shit.
& he throws a goddamn fit everytime I forget to bring my mail up? WTF.
here's a conversation we had the other day:
(i was in a hurry to meet tiffany up at breaker's, cause I hadn't seen her in a while, and i'd been at home all day, so i'd developed a slight case of cabin fever.)
DAD: "Before you leave, you're gonna clean out your bowls and change the kitty litter."
ELISE: "Okay."
(so I cleaned out the litter and begun soaking the dishes. i'd planned on coming home that night. then i left)
When I'm half way down the street, he calls me:
DAD: "You can't even put the bowls in the fucking dishwasher? You sure did a half-ass job."
ELISE: "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry, but I'll turn around and do them right now." (I'm about to make a u-turn)
DAD: "No, don't worry about it. Let me just make this real simple for you, Elise. Start talking to Allen about a place to live. I want you out of here by the end of the month."
But, see, the thing is, I'd be really happy to move out of his house, but I have nowhere to go, and no money. I'm broke. I don't have one dollar to my name, let alone a job.
& He knows all of this! (yet he still gets upset when I con't give him the whole amount for rent. I moved in with him so that I could save money and pay off my debts, and it just hasn't been happening.)
...so I'm thinking,"How the hell can he do this to me? What a piece of shit!"
Where the hell am I supposed to go? I'm not moving in with Allen, at least until we're ready. Been there, done that. No thanks. I don't want to put stress on our relationship by relying on him. We're not married. It's not an option.
So, my mother, being the sweet, thoughful person she is (or, the opposite of my dad), offered to let me move in with her and Noah... RENT FREE!!! (with conditions, but I don't care. She wants me to be back on my feet by the time she leaves for Louisiana.) THANK. GOD.