feminista

Fuck. I hate my home life. Yesterday was a fucking shit show, fuck!
In the morning my dad was on the phone pretty early, and was talking and talking and talking. Anyways, Adam called, which my dad could see since we have incall ID, or whatever, but instead of telling me he called when he finished his call, he did not. Adam got here a while later (he was calling me to tell me he was late), and told me how he called. Well, I was mad. My dad has a long standing issue with giving people messages and informing people of calls. He's on the phone around 5 hours a day, not for business, but just so he can hear himself talk, so it's pretty fucking annoying that he can't be bothered to say "so and so called in while I was on the phone".
Well, I was pissy, so I went down stairs, and said "I would appreciate if you told me who called for me". I didn't yell. I just said it. He's the one who yelled. He came up stairs acting all snotty about how he was on an important call (when I think he was just talking to a dumb friend who called earlier for him), and how he pays the phone bills and I should shut up. I didn't understand what any of that had to do. I just wanted to be told who called, after he's done on the phone, which he had been for a while (you can hear this guy talk throughout the whole friggin' house sometimes I swear!).

Anyways, I told him to fuck off, I didn't need to be yelled at because he's a dink, to which he replied "I'm cutting the phone off, bitch". I was very tempted to rip the phones out of the walls and throw them at him, but I just left and went to Adams, where he made me feel better because he's great.

Later on, we went back to my house, and discovered my dad was gone. YAY! Soon after, my mommy got home, and I told her the simple story, about the exchange of words and stuff. My dad came home soon after, and follows her around the house telling her about it. I went down stairs to check on a bird that had flown into our window, and I heard him saying I was "an unreasonable brat". Well that pissed me off, since asking to hear about phone calls is not unreasonable. I told him to shut up. He flipped out! Going off about how all I do is cause him trouble and I should just move out or he will and how terrible I am to live with and I'm just a fuck up. So I said I was leaving, if I was that horrible to live with. Then my dad, started saying "All right princess, All right precious", which just pissed me off! I went up stairs and started packing stuff up, but started crying in Adam's lap. Grrr I hate that man (my dad, I love Adam). Anyways, I just wanted to get out of the house for a while, so Adam took me for a drive. Then my poor mommy, caught in the middle called, and asked how long I would be gone for, thinking I had left the house for good. She was crying, and that upset me, because I haven't heard my mom cry more that 3 times in my life. I felt so bad, but she told me to stay out of the house and away from my asshole dad. I feel so bad for her!! But, she wasn't mad at me, which made me feel a bit better. I don't like when my mommy is mad at me.
Anyways, my mom and I both think he's a dick, and have for a long while. My dad's already pretending nothing happened. I just...grr! I love my mommy so much, and I hate that she has to live with that asstard! He's even worse with her. I wish he would just leave. grrr! I can't believe I'm still mad, and still want to throw shit at him, or worse.