I finally had enough of my father's attitude and I'm moving to VA as of tomorrow. The man's been giving the phrase "enormous fucktard" entirely new definition.
And just for added fun, you should have seen the note I got left this morning. Apparently, my moving out (which I've been preparing for and talking about for two weeks) is this "rumor" my parents have been hearing about. And my mother wrote in this snarky line about how I'd better not run out on my phone bill. Jeez, thanks for the fucking vote of confidence, Mom.
And just for fun, they complained that I never talk to them anymore. Well, Jesus, no one in this house ever talks to anyone. When has that been news? And as I told my mother ten minutes later on the phone, I do still talk to her, because she hasn't yelled at me in forever and a day and I appreciate it. Meanwhile, I can't remember the last time my father said anything remotely nice to me. It seems like his new game in life is to make me feel so crappy about the way my life's turned out, I run upstairs to my bedroom, burst into tears, and seriously contemplate suicide.
Grrrr. If you would have told me a year ago that when I finally got out of the house, I'd miss my mom but be so pissed at my father I was debating whether I even wanted to speak to him again, you would have been able to knock me over with a feather.
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Date: 2003-07-24 03:04 pm (UTC)And just for added fun, you should have seen the note I got left this morning. Apparently, my moving out (which I've been preparing for and talking about for two weeks) is this "rumor" my parents have been hearing about. And my mother wrote in this snarky line about how I'd better not run out on my phone bill. Jeez, thanks for the fucking vote of confidence, Mom.
And just for fun, they complained that I never talk to them anymore. Well, Jesus, no one in this house ever talks to anyone. When has that been news? And as I told my mother ten minutes later on the phone, I do still talk to her, because she hasn't yelled at me in forever and a day and I appreciate it. Meanwhile, I can't remember the last time my father said anything remotely nice to me. It seems like his new game in life is to make me feel so crappy about the way my life's turned out, I run upstairs to my bedroom, burst into tears, and seriously contemplate suicide.
Grrrr. If you would have told me a year ago that when I finally got out of the house, I'd miss my mom but be so pissed at my father I was debating whether I even wanted to speak to him again, you would have been able to knock me over with a feather.