My mom just ran away.
And it's all because of me.
We got a phone call saying that yet another trailer was parked on that twice-ԁаmnеԁ house, and I was trying to tell our property manager what to do about it, and Dad took over the phone conversation, interrupting from halfway across the room. So I gave him the phone and left the room, because he was making suggestions that indicated he had no clue what was being said in the conversation, but he wasn't going to stop.
After he was done on the phone, Mom came and got me, and we started talking about it. I suggested that we should email our lawyer to figure out how to proceed. Dad said no, because every time he replies to an email, it's costing us money. (Because we've made such good decisions without the advice of an attorney so far.)
This led to him and I arguing once again, with me saying that nothing I do or suggest is good enough. I flipped out, and he started calling me a selfish child.
Because yeah. I'm the child.
That's how he'll always perceive me. The selfish child, looking for someone to blame instead of trying to solve the problem.
Anyway, Mom couldn't take it any more, and she's driven off God knows where in the only vehicle for which I've got keys.
And she left her phone.
And he's still calling me a selfish child, and telling me to think of someone else for once in my life.
I think for once in my life, I'm going to think of just me.
We got a phone call saying that yet another trailer was parked on that twice-ԁаmnеԁ house, and I was trying to tell our property manager what to do about it, and Dad took over the phone conversation, interrupting from halfway across the room. So I gave him the phone and left the room, because he was making suggestions that indicated he had no clue what was being said in the conversation, but he wasn't going to stop.
After he was done on the phone, Mom came and got me, and we started talking about it. I suggested that we should email our lawyer to figure out how to proceed. Dad said no, because every time he replies to an email, it's costing us money. (Because we've made such good decisions without the advice of an attorney so far.)
This led to him and I arguing once again, with me saying that nothing I do or suggest is good enough. I flipped out, and he started calling me a selfish child.
Because yeah. I'm the child.
That's how he'll always perceive me. The selfish child, looking for someone to blame instead of trying to solve the problem.
Anyway, Mom couldn't take it any more, and she's driven off God knows where in the only vehicle for which I've got keys.
And she left her phone.
And he's still calling me a selfish child, and telling me to think of someone else for once in my life.
I think for once in my life, I'm going to think of just me.
