F you. e-e
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Thread Topic: F you. e-e
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based on your history and all.. When Justin accidentally cut his leg wide open and was bleeding out downstairs, your fat ass couldn't even be bothered to get out of your stupid arm chair and come see if he was okay. No. You let us all stay down here with him to dress the wound, and all your dumb ass could say was "He'd better not be bleeding on that carpet." You made us wake mom up on a night she had to work and take him to the hospital, because you wanted to see your fucking show.
And when mom fell down the stairs and hurt herself... I'm sure she really appreciated that you couldn't take her to the hospital because you were waiting for a stupid package from UPS. I don't give a damn what it was. She's your wife. Your fucking wife. My mother? Remember? You married her?
And I just love it. When I'm laying, completely incapacitated and throwing up my guts every hour or so.. I just love listening to you bitch about how I threw up in the trash can. Oh, this sucks, we'll need a new fucking trashbag. Oh yes, I'm fine, by the way. Thanks so much for asking. I'll remember that next time, fatass. Next time your getting ready to throw up everything in your stomach, I'll remember that. "Dad, why the hell did you throw up in the trash can? That's such a waste you stupid pig." Oh, I am so incredibly sorry. I know how angry you'd have been if I'd stained the precious carpet with my stomach acid. -.- I'm sure you don't mind that I couldn't even move without vomitting. The fact that I spent seven hours on the couch yesterday in absolute misery and pain probably means nothing to you.
But when Lacie's sick, oh no. The world is over. When I'm sick, you'll yell at me about throwing up in the trashcan. When Lacie throws up once, in the middle of the hallway, you rush to call mom and make her come home, and give the brat everything she wants. And when it's clear it was just from running too much in gym, and she's not even sick, you're fine with letting her piss and moan and bitch at you, and you'll take it. If I so much as defend myself when you're screaming at me, I've got a fucking attitude and I need to shut up or god knows what. Yeah, alright. Just.. fuck you. That's all I can say. -
And I guess when I really want to talk, no one's here. Lovely.
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I just read it. .-. Talk to me.
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Olook a person. Hi.
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Hi. :) What seems to be troubling you?
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My father, of course. e-e I don't know how he can be so horrible... He doesn't give a damn about anyone but himself.
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I'm so sorry your in this kind of pain. :( I honestly don't know how it feels to be in a position like this, but I still want to help make you feel better...
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There's really no way to fix it... Everytime he does something nice, it's like he has to balace it out with three times as much shit. Even if I talk about it, even if I get all the anger out of my system, he'll come back and do something else and remind me that I'm still not old enough to move out..
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Well the best thing I can think of is just to stay positive and count down the days til you move. Is there anybody else in your family who isn't crappy?
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My mother. He screams at her, too. I really do hate him sometimes..
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My dad has anger issues. Its not fun to see him angry. He breaks everything, swears like a drunken sailor at me and my brother (whom tries his best not to smack my father) then walks out on us as if everything is our fault.
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Sounds a lot like dad, except he doesn't break things. He just acts like everything is everyone else's fault. When he loses something, he says we stole it and makes us search the house for it or else he'll do some vile thing.. e-e
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My dad doesn't do that, but he gets so angry at whatever is making him frustrated that when I say something that pisses him off he'll get REALLY upset about it. And I'm like: "DUDE! IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL. CALM DOWN."
Then my poor brother is always the butt of his insults. Nothing to drastic, but still. -
I wish it had been that easy for my brother. e-e I can't even begin to comprehend what goes on in my father's mind. I don't know what justifies how he behaves behind his eyes. But it makes me sick.
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I'd read this all but I'm at school and have no glasses.
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