Feb 10, 2005 17:30
I played for my father the death threats he had left on my voice mail. I showed him proof that he was robbing him blind. I uncovered all the lies but, I never expected what happened next...
My father's guest fell to his knees begging for forgiveness. "I fucked up. I am sorry. Please don't kick me out. I have no where to go. It won't happen again." I stood there sickened by the sight of this and I chose that moment to interject that there was no way I was going to remain here if he was allowed to stay.
Never in my worst nightmares did I ever imagine that the last of my blood would chose the company of a dishonest outsider over that of his own daughter.
All my things are packed. I keep hoppeing I will wake up soon. I have never wanted to hear the alarm clock go off so fucking bad.
Am I really so terrible that he would chose him over me?