Thanks Marta and Richard for the comments on my last journal entry, all it said was happy Thanks Giving. Anyways. Today I talked to my father. It didn't go well.
I had been meaning to ask him why he's ******** up my braces payments by not paying, in a much nicer way or course, and today my mom told me I should do it. So she called him. And talked to him for a while then he hung up on her. She came back into the livingroom and asked me if I wanted to talk to him. I just said yes. So se called and I went into teh kitchen because there wasa movie on in the livingroom. He answered the phone and the first thing he said was, Samantha? My mom's name. Anyways. Somehow in two minutes he again brought up the subject of who my dad was. He said. Lovin, I'm going to ask you a question. Like I'm stupid. He asked who my dad was. I said Bill. Then he said that was wrong. And he said, little girl, I'm your dad. I told him not to call me a little girl because I'm not a child. I'm not stupid. He said he'd call me little girl if he ******** wanted to. So then he started to cus, a lot. I already knew he was drunk because my mom had told me, and I could tell by how he was talking. So he's going on. Saying. I'm your dad. I don't ******** care whoever the ******** that guy is, talking about Bill, my dad. I told him, don't call him that. He just kept cussing. So finally he'slike. Little girl. You can go now. Go ******** yourself little girl. And hung up. So I'm just like. Wow. a*****e. So we called him back again because my mom needed to ask Ronnie someting important and my dumbass "father" hadn't let her. He answered again. So my mom was talking to him, and he said he wanted to talk to me. I said I didn't want to speak to him because I didn't feel like getting cussed out. He still said he wanted to talk to me so I took the phone. He started on again about how I was a little girl. How he was my dad. How he sent three hundred dollars fr me each month as child support. And how I didn't understand anything. How my mom had done things she shouldn't have. Then he hung up on me again because I refused to talk to somebody who couldn't respect me enough to call me by my name and not by little girl.
So now I completely disown him from me. I will get rid of his name. His drunk. Worthless name. He isn't my dad. He is just a person who went and cheated on my mom. And said that her divorcing him was something she shouldn't have done. That I don't understand anything. And that I'm a child. He doesn't understand a ******** thing and I hope his command finds out he was drunk. So he gets into trouble since he's already been in therapy for beign drunk. He insulted my dad. And he insulted my mom. He's worth as much as the wrapper on my desk now.
Zombie Doll` · Fri Nov 25, 2005 @ 03:50am · 8 Comments |