Ahh mondays, well ok technically its tuesday but whatever. Time to reflect what happened over the weekend. LIke helping your parents go to the market, or watching Jarhead, (which by the way I didn't think was that good at all, but it was historically acurate) and think about knocking your father out.
Yes folks we had a knockdown drag out freefor all at the Mucci houshold this weekend. I actually came out undamaged except the emotional scarrs one gets from knocking out ones father and then being interoratged about it.
It all started becuase my parents have been particaually crabby becuase they've been rather sick. However my father recovered faster than my mother and she thought that he was pusing her to get up and do more stuff. He had no idea of this and upon hearing this got very mad. My mother tried to apologize buy my father done what hes been doing for 23 years now and just blew her off and pouted like a little baby. So my mother decided to try to do the dishes and help out even though she was quite ill, and in a rage my father comes out and takes a pair of sciorss and chops up her dish washing gloves almost while shes weating them.
At this point I decide its time to leave so I put my jacket and hat on but then he says to take my mother with me and throws her out of there bedroom. She at this point is crying and is not in good shape. He comes out punches the tv to shut it off and I ask "what is your problem your going to break the TV" So he responds to that by picking up an ashtray and almost tossing it though the screen.
This is when things get tense. I then say to him I'm going to call a physchiastrst (sp?) and have him put back in a mental home since hes acting out of control. He says that if I try that I wont get very far. I say I'll do it from my house and he says if I do that that the police will have a shoot out on there hands.
This is when fists start flying he pushes me so I push back and then he says I"m not welcome in the house. Thats when I lose it and start to lose it and throw punches. He then proceedes to call the cops and sits down. As hes sitting words are exchanged and thats when it happend POW right near the eye. he goes down to his knees then down to the ground knocked out cold. I SINCERELY MEAN THIS I DID NOT MEAN TO KNOCK HIM OUT I SIMPLY MEANT TO SUBDUE HIM.
So the police call back and I say that my father was verbally abusing my mother and that I just punched him in the face. Now tell me is 3 cop cars really necessary. They interorgate me like a common perp in my old room where the rabbit scares the crap outta of them and go back and fourth to me my mom and my dad who at this point the EMTs are working on. They ask my dad and myself if either one of us want to press charsges we both say no in seperate rooms, and the emts hall my dad off to the VA hospital for further treatmeant.
Well about two hours later my dad calls and I'm at this point not supposed to have any contact with him that night. But the VA is in a bad section of RI and he wants me to come saying he isn't mad. So I go with my mother to pick him up. We get there and bring him and then for the next 4 hours I mediate what I think was a superb dialouge between the two of them. Because all my mom did when my dad was at the hospital was talk shit. So I knew that wasn't healthy.
After that we watched jarhead I went home and everything was back to normal. My dad needs to get his glassses fixed because I did break them but I think that everyone came away from the expericere with something at leasta thats what I hope. Actually I doin't really know what I came away with. Oh ummmm restraint is sometimes better than attack.
Other than that I'm starting school in the fall on the govts doller and hopefully soon I'll be getting a partime job. My headaches unfortunitly haven't gone away, as I tyupe I have a dull migrane that refuses to relinqish contrl over my poor tired brain.
The whole point of this update is make a statement about fighting back. Even if its agaist our loved ones sometimes this needs to be done in order for progess to be made.
Yes folks we had a knockdown drag out freefor all at the Mucci houshold this weekend. I actually came out undamaged except the emotional scarrs one gets from knocking out ones father and then being interoratged about it.
It all started becuase my parents have been particaually crabby becuase they've been rather sick. However my father recovered faster than my mother and she thought that he was pusing her to get up and do more stuff. He had no idea of this and upon hearing this got very mad. My mother tried to apologize buy my father done what hes been doing for 23 years now and just blew her off and pouted like a little baby. So my mother decided to try to do the dishes and help out even though she was quite ill, and in a rage my father comes out and takes a pair of sciorss and chops up her dish washing gloves almost while shes weating them.
At this point I decide its time to leave so I put my jacket and hat on but then he says to take my mother with me and throws her out of there bedroom. She at this point is crying and is not in good shape. He comes out punches the tv to shut it off and I ask "what is your problem your going to break the TV" So he responds to that by picking up an ashtray and almost tossing it though the screen.
This is when things get tense. I then say to him I'm going to call a physchiastrst (sp?) and have him put back in a mental home since hes acting out of control. He says that if I try that I wont get very far. I say I'll do it from my house and he says if I do that that the police will have a shoot out on there hands.
This is when fists start flying he pushes me so I push back and then he says I"m not welcome in the house. Thats when I lose it and start to lose it and throw punches. He then proceedes to call the cops and sits down. As hes sitting words are exchanged and thats when it happend POW right near the eye. he goes down to his knees then down to the ground knocked out cold. I SINCERELY MEAN THIS I DID NOT MEAN TO KNOCK HIM OUT I SIMPLY MEANT TO SUBDUE HIM.
So the police call back and I say that my father was verbally abusing my mother and that I just punched him in the face. Now tell me is 3 cop cars really necessary. They interorgate me like a common perp in my old room where the rabbit scares the crap outta of them and go back and fourth to me my mom and my dad who at this point the EMTs are working on. They ask my dad and myself if either one of us want to press charsges we both say no in seperate rooms, and the emts hall my dad off to the VA hospital for further treatmeant.
Well about two hours later my dad calls and I'm at this point not supposed to have any contact with him that night. But the VA is in a bad section of RI and he wants me to come saying he isn't mad. So I go with my mother to pick him up. We get there and bring him and then for the next 4 hours I mediate what I think was a superb dialouge between the two of them. Because all my mom did when my dad was at the hospital was talk shit. So I knew that wasn't healthy.
After that we watched jarhead I went home and everything was back to normal. My dad needs to get his glassses fixed because I did break them but I think that everyone came away from the expericere with something at leasta thats what I hope. Actually I doin't really know what I came away with. Oh ummmm restraint is sometimes better than attack.
Other than that I'm starting school in the fall on the govts doller and hopefully soon I'll be getting a partime job. My headaches unfortunitly haven't gone away, as I tyupe I have a dull migrane that refuses to relinqish contrl over my poor tired brain.
The whole point of this update is make a statement about fighting back. Even if its agaist our loved ones sometimes this needs to be done in order for progess to be made.
because i know being a daughter is crazy.
hope it shall be ok
(btw i put in a couple of pics i've done in the past for fairy gothmother just for you