Insanity. That's the only excuse that I can figure to justify the actions of one Father O' Mine yesterday afternoon. And the night before, really, but yesterday was the kicker.
My dad, my 7 yr old sister and I arrived at my apartment around 3, and after being warned that it was messy, but not dirty, he proceeded to comment and critisize everything that happened to be in sight, like he expected me to clean up while he was there. While I was asking if he'd like something to drink, he looks at me and tells, not asks, me to turn the stereo off, because it's irritating. What I find interesting is, that after driving me home to satisfy some sort of irrational spurt of parenting energy, he would stand in MY apartment and tell ME what to do. That would be my own definition of irritating. When I offered to turn it down, he said that wasn't enough and said that if I didn't turn it off, he and my sister would leave. You can't have music on and enjoy a conversation apparently. What did I do? I turned it off. Less than three mins later, he says he's leaving anyway. FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!
Perhaps this is why I don't call him. Why would I subject myself to shit and abuse for appearences sake? Will he ever understand this? Probably not.
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