Isn't There an Expiration Date on Being an Asshole Parent?
My dad is just such a total fucking asshole. And if anything's gonna make me feel like I've been timewarped into some whiny teenager, it's writing that sentence. Christ.
Nothing happened worth writing about in any detail up here. Suffice to say we went to his place to have brunch for his birthday today and I spent 4 mostly silent hours being dismissed, demeaned, ignored, interrupted, and generally being treated like shit. I know I've made a commitment to privileging remaining connected to him based on the notion that family counts for something, and I know he's actually often reasonably well behaved and even sometimes enjoyable. I know that. But right now I'm really remembering why I cut him off for 8 years, 2 years, and 1.5 years, respectively. He was a psychotic asshole throughout my childhood, and by his very nature, he's just an assholish guy now, and I'm hard pressed to be willing to put up with this shit anymore.
Alright. Enough. I'm gonna go have a good afternoon with what's left of it, goddamn it.
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can't live with 'em, can't kill 'em, indeed. but there's always shady pines rest home, eh? ;)