Ok, so a lot of people see my life as being nice and pampered.... I get EVERYTHING in the world.... the only ting people don't see is that these things come for a price.......
Case in point..... My father...... certified alcoholic...... and he's a violent drunk...... he nearly hit me tonite...... something he's never done in my whole life..... All because I was putting a table in the wrong fucking spot............
This all really started about 3 years ago when my parents split up. Mainly because my father was drunk, and he was physically abusing my mom..... So, I called the cops on him..... That happened 3 days before my 17th b-day.... Alright, to a lot of people, with more extreme backgrounds, this might seem a lil "pussy-ish", but seriously... it really all depends on your background.... I lived a comfortable "suburbanite" life..... so from my point-of-view, this was really fucking traumatic.....
Anyways, back to what I was saying about tonite.... Apparently he was already pissed off about something.... I dunno, he fucking gets that way when he drinks (oh, but he claims he wasn't drunk........... fucking bullshit....) But yea, he yelled at me 'cause I put a table in the wrong fucking spot.... I gave the whole "rolling eye" look but he nearly flipped after that..... Told me to "go inside 'cause i was tired", yet, when I tried to, what did he do - prevent me from going in.... and we nearly got in an actual fight over it.... Thankfully my Uncle and "Aunt" (I still don't really like to call her my aunt...) stopped us (more like... stopped my dad....) before we actually started fighting, though my dad was nearly shoving me down the patio stairs, but I had a hold on the guard rail, and he couldn't move me.....
He then had the fucking nerve to bring up my mom (she's now remarried and lives about 200 miles north of me now, but that truely was my brother's and mine's decision....) My dad said - "oh, well, you wanna fucking live with your mother instead.... considering how she fucking left you two, and married that asshole...." He's very much, NOT over the divorce...... it's been over 3 years................ Like, fucking dammit..... both, my brother and I have to deal w/ our mom being 3 hours away...... Yea, true, I'm fucking 20 and I should be getting used to being without my mom.... but when I only see her probably once every 2 months........ it's just a lil fucking difficult........ Yea, after that, after he tried forcing me off the porch, my uncle and aunt interveined, and my dad complained about how my brother and I never wanna do anyting around the house.... Ohhh.... my fucking gawd!!!!! You know who cleans the house ever since the divorce.... ohh.... yea.... ME!!! Who empties the dishwasher - ME; Who gets everything out of the dryer - ME!!!! FUCKING ME!!!!! My dad is so fucking unappreaciative is just kills me..... My brother does the outside work.... and I do the inside work.... what does my dad do? Oh.... he sits @ GM, where he works in the crib (which is like a tool shop inside the plant) and pretty much sits there doing stock all day....... Hell, I've even called him once, and he said he couldn't talk, 'cause he was in the middle of a poker game..... Yea..... fuck that noise......
So anyways, I'm here in my room now........ fucking pissed, nearly balling my eyes out (I've always had a thing about crying..... I just tend to really let out when I get really emotional....) hopefully I can get to sleep tonite, I got work @ 4 tomorrow.... I'm seriously contemplating getting an apartment.......
*10 minutes later*
Ok...... so my dad came into my room, apologizing for EVERYTHING..... things seem good for now, we had a nice talk.... Things are slightly worked out - but I'm still sore..........
Anyways, I'm goin to bed, read this, don't read it; comment, or just leave.... I don't really give a flying fuck.....
Case in point..... My father...... certified alcoholic...... and he's a violent drunk...... he nearly hit me tonite...... something he's never done in my whole life..... All because I was putting a table in the wrong fucking spot............
This all really started about 3 years ago when my parents split up. Mainly because my father was drunk, and he was physically abusing my mom..... So, I called the cops on him..... That happened 3 days before my 17th b-day.... Alright, to a lot of people, with more extreme backgrounds, this might seem a lil "pussy-ish", but seriously... it really all depends on your background.... I lived a comfortable "suburbanite" life..... so from my point-of-view, this was really fucking traumatic.....
Anyways, back to what I was saying about tonite.... Apparently he was already pissed off about something.... I dunno, he fucking gets that way when he drinks (oh, but he claims he wasn't drunk........... fucking bullshit....) But yea, he yelled at me 'cause I put a table in the wrong fucking spot.... I gave the whole "rolling eye" look but he nearly flipped after that..... Told me to "go inside 'cause i was tired", yet, when I tried to, what did he do - prevent me from going in.... and we nearly got in an actual fight over it.... Thankfully my Uncle and "Aunt" (I still don't really like to call her my aunt...) stopped us (more like... stopped my dad....) before we actually started fighting, though my dad was nearly shoving me down the patio stairs, but I had a hold on the guard rail, and he couldn't move me.....
He then had the fucking nerve to bring up my mom (she's now remarried and lives about 200 miles north of me now, but that truely was my brother's and mine's decision....) My dad said - "oh, well, you wanna fucking live with your mother instead.... considering how she fucking left you two, and married that asshole...." He's very much, NOT over the divorce...... it's been over 3 years................ Like, fucking dammit..... both, my brother and I have to deal w/ our mom being 3 hours away...... Yea, true, I'm fucking 20 and I should be getting used to being without my mom.... but when I only see her probably once every 2 months........ it's just a lil fucking difficult........ Yea, after that, after he tried forcing me off the porch, my uncle and aunt interveined, and my dad complained about how my brother and I never wanna do anyting around the house.... Ohhh.... my fucking gawd!!!!! You know who cleans the house ever since the divorce.... ohh.... yea.... ME!!! Who empties the dishwasher - ME; Who gets everything out of the dryer - ME!!!! FUCKING ME!!!!! My dad is so fucking unappreaciative is just kills me..... My brother does the outside work.... and I do the inside work.... what does my dad do? Oh.... he sits @ GM, where he works in the crib (which is like a tool shop inside the plant) and pretty much sits there doing stock all day....... Hell, I've even called him once, and he said he couldn't talk, 'cause he was in the middle of a poker game..... Yea..... fuck that noise......
So anyways, I'm here in my room now........ fucking pissed, nearly balling my eyes out (I've always had a thing about crying..... I just tend to really let out when I get really emotional....) hopefully I can get to sleep tonite, I got work @ 4 tomorrow.... I'm seriously contemplating getting an apartment.......
*10 minutes later*
Ok...... so my dad came into my room, apologizing for EVERYTHING..... things seem good for now, we had a nice talk.... Things are slightly worked out - but I'm still sore..........
Anyways, I'm goin to bed, read this, don't read it; comment, or just leave.... I don't really give a flying fuck.....