I’M IN A BAD MOOD (KINDA) AGAIN.
Same old reason. That man I call ‘dad’ just threatened to hit me again. “Don’t think you’re too old for me to hit you.” Oh shut the fuck up. So what started it all? I don’t even know because ANYTHING can set that ***** off.
All I did was open the main door (it was closed and my dog was pawing at it, obviously wanted it open and have the sunlight stream in) and just doing THAT set my father off. Started going on and on about how irritating I was by opening the door… because he didn’t want it open, but HOW THE HELL am I supposed to know that? A simple ‘close the door please’ would have sufficed, but noooooo… he just rambled on and on about how terrible and annoying and awful I am. FOR OPENING A BLOODY DOOR!
Then he wonders why we don’t have a good relationship. Why my relationship with my mum is about a hundred – scratch that, I mean a MILLION – times better.
Rant over.
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