jizzikah

I swear, my family is fucked in the head. Mostly my dad. He has the field day of accusing me of being a thief and writing hot checks. ANd it was all the banks fault cuz they changed my routing number, thus voiding all of my checks. So even though there were sufficient funds, they all bounced.

When I proved this to him, oh, over a week or so ago, he never wrote back. But when he was so rampant on proving I was a THIEF, he was responding everyday to me. I get a letter today that doesn't even mention the whole incident. No apology for accusing me of writing hot checks...no nothing. Just a friendly tone. WTF??!!??

My family has always been like that and I'm trying to break that cycle in myself. The cycle of ignoring problems or things you've said until they slowly subside and disappear. Oh well. Let bygones be bygones.

Still sick. Spending the day alone since the man went to work early to try and make up for my absence. And there's not a lot of medicine I can take. I've popped a few tylenol and smothered vick's vapor rub all over my body..mmmmmmm....mentholy.

Jizz Fact:
When I was in highschool, I came home from work and my parents told me they bought Arby's for me and my brother's dinner. Since there were four in the bag, I began to heat up two. My dad told me to put one back cuz my brother would be hungry when he got home. BUT I WAS HUNGRY AND IT WASN'T FAIR. So I threw him attitude and wrapped one of the sandwhiches back up and threw it in the fridge. My dad got up from the table and left. My mom yelled and asked where he was going and he yelled back "I'M NOT GOING TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM AS THAT BITCH!!!" My family rarely ever cusses, so imagine my surprise. I got super pissed off and yelled back, "WELL I'M NOT GONNA BE IN THE SAME HOUSE AS YOU, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!" So I took off for a couple days. Came home on Christmas day. I tried to take my truck on the way out, but since it was in my dad's name, he threatened to call the cops on me.