So! My dad came over last night, drunk and enraged to cuss at my mom about what a piece of crap I am. They were never married and didn't like each other (and by not like, I mean hate, at least on my mom's end) but while I was in Africa they started hanging out again and decided they liked one another, thus rekindling some old, little flame.
Anyway, I've always hated my dad because he's a piece of shit, but my mom sees the goodness in other people and wants to help them over whatever road-block it is that keeps them from showing everyone ELSE what a good person they are. I never saw this outstanding goodness but if my mom says it's there I will take her word for it. Dad treats his kids like pseudo-crap; he had a bad, abusive childhood and thus does not know how to show love or affection; I don't know if he's even capable of FEELING these, except maybe for my mom.
So I'm home for the break and after a slight emotional breakdown, I tried to explain to her that I just didn't know how to deal with dad being here all the time like in the summer (the summer was BAD and she broke up with him towards the end of it but then they got back together in the last month). She wanted me to give him another chance, etc etc blah blah but all I could remember was what a dickhead he was over the summer (One time, he told one of my brothers to hug me because I was deprived of affection, so I told him that the only person I was deprived of affection from was HIM, and he goes "Well you can look forward to more of that"... good example? Ok.). So she finally gets the idea (it took her a while, I think, because dad has been feeding her this bullshit that no matter WHAT guy she's dating, I'm going to hate him and be jealous and whatnot so I will work to break them apart--not true. I just haven't liked 90% of her boyfriends because they've all been little boys who couldn't handle their own emotional problems, much like all of my ex-boyfriends.... scary)
So! In essence, she told dad that he couldn't be coming around constantly anymore and apparently that pissed him off real bad, so when he came over last night, he was drunk and ready to scream. Aside from calling me a nutbag, a sorry little something, a pig, essentially telling me I'm fat, that I'm friendless and that I have no home (the two most ridiculous statements in the world if you know my best friend and the fact that I have a very close family who never shuts ANYONE out) etc, he was trying to lay a guilt trip on my mom and whatnot, but she wasn't having it, thank god. I finally got to scream back at him, which she didn't stop me from doing, and let the rage flow like a river. Aside from other things, I told him he was a lonely, pathetic old man that didn't understand the concept of how to love. That was my favorite part, because I think it made him mad the most. (I actually took a step back after saying it because I thought he might slug me) Anyway, I called the cops because we asked him more than a dozen times to leave and he wouldn't, but being the cops, they got here 5 minutes after he actually did leave.
Later, he called a good dozen times, leaving a million messages for my mom saying things like "I can't believe you let the little retard control you like that, what is she, standing right there? I'll call you at work tomorrow when she's not around" and "She needs help, get her some psychiatric help" (as if HE wouldn't be the only reason I would ever neec counseling) and other assorted things full of name calling. My personal favorite came at the end of the night, maybe around midnight, went something like this: "You let her call me a lonley, pathetic old man? Do I LOOK like a lonely old man to you?" How hilarious is that? UM YES YOU DO YOU GODDAMN RETARD. He had the balls to come in here right off the bat and tell my mom he had a date so that she would get jealous, except that my mom isn't the jealous type (unlike him) and didn't give a fuck. Kind of a pathetic date if she had to sit around listening to him call here for three hours
Then he called 5am this morning and said "Good morning sweetheart. I hope you slept real good. Give your daughter my best. Talk to you later." What a PIIIIIIIG 
Ok well I feel better. The good news is that I got to spend Friday night and part of Saturday with Cairo WOOT and this guy Mike that I've been in love with since I was like 15 called yesterday and wants to hang out today (he's a got a little lady but that's ok, it's still nice to hang out with him). So much for friendless
Anyway, I need to go finish some Christmas shopping. I hope my mom gives that dumb bastard hell when he calls again. Love and cuddles!
me
Anyway, I've always hated my dad because he's a piece of shit, but my mom sees the goodness in other people and wants to help them over whatever road-block it is that keeps them from showing everyone ELSE what a good person they are. I never saw this outstanding goodness but if my mom says it's there I will take her word for it. Dad treats his kids like pseudo-crap; he had a bad, abusive childhood and thus does not know how to show love or affection; I don't know if he's even capable of FEELING these, except maybe for my mom.
So I'm home for the break and after a slight emotional breakdown, I tried to explain to her that I just didn't know how to deal with dad being here all the time like in the summer (the summer was BAD and she broke up with him towards the end of it but then they got back together in the last month). She wanted me to give him another chance, etc etc blah blah but all I could remember was what a dickhead he was over the summer (One time, he told one of my brothers to hug me because I was deprived of affection, so I told him that the only person I was deprived of affection from was HIM, and he goes "Well you can look forward to more of that"... good example? Ok.). So she finally gets the idea (it took her a while, I think, because dad has been feeding her this bullshit that no matter WHAT guy she's dating, I'm going to hate him and be jealous and whatnot so I will work to break them apart--not true. I just haven't liked 90% of her boyfriends because they've all been little boys who couldn't handle their own emotional problems, much like all of my ex-boyfriends.... scary)
So! In essence, she told dad that he couldn't be coming around constantly anymore and apparently that pissed him off real bad, so when he came over last night, he was drunk and ready to scream. Aside from calling me a nutbag, a sorry little something, a pig, essentially telling me I'm fat, that I'm friendless and that I have no home (the two most ridiculous statements in the world if you know my best friend and the fact that I have a very close family who never shuts ANYONE out) etc, he was trying to lay a guilt trip on my mom and whatnot, but she wasn't having it, thank god. I finally got to scream back at him, which she didn't stop me from doing, and let the rage flow like a river. Aside from other things, I told him he was a lonely, pathetic old man that didn't understand the concept of how to love. That was my favorite part, because I think it made him mad the most. (I actually took a step back after saying it because I thought he might slug me) Anyway, I called the cops because we asked him more than a dozen times to leave and he wouldn't, but being the cops, they got here 5 minutes after he actually did leave.
Later, he called a good dozen times, leaving a million messages for my mom saying things like "I can't believe you let the little retard control you like that, what is she, standing right there? I'll call you at work tomorrow when she's not around" and "She needs help, get her some psychiatric help" (as if HE wouldn't be the only reason I would ever neec counseling) and other assorted things full of name calling. My personal favorite came at the end of the night, maybe around midnight, went something like this: "You let her call me a lonley, pathetic old man? Do I LOOK like a lonely old man to you?" How hilarious is that? UM YES YOU DO YOU GODDAMN RETARD. He had the balls to come in here right off the bat and tell my mom he had a date so that she would get jealous, except that my mom isn't the jealous type (unlike him) and didn't give a fuck. Kind of a pathetic date if she had to sit around listening to him call here for three hours
Then he called 5am this morning and said "Good morning sweetheart. I hope you slept real good. Give your daughter my best. Talk to you later." What a PIIIIIIIG
Ok well I feel better. The good news is that I got to spend Friday night and part of Saturday with Cairo WOOT and this guy Mike that I've been in love with since I was like 15 called yesterday and wants to hang out today (he's a got a little lady but that's ok, it's still nice to hang out with him). So much for friendless
Anyway, I need to go finish some Christmas shopping. I hope my mom gives that dumb bastard hell when he calls again. Love and cuddles!
me
Keep your head up luv.