I hate My Fucking Father, but I hate him even more when guests are at home. Doesn't matter if it's the son-in-law, who probably doesn't give a shit if we lived like we need an intervention on Hoarders. He turns into a fucking asshole who is afraid that we don't keep up appearances.
That's why he rousted me out of my after-"work" nap. I asked he what he wanted, and the bastard gave me the fucking "You need to do something" line. I goddamn fucking swear I was about to throw something hard at his old-ass head. Don't goddamn wake me from unconsciousness just because you think I need to impress the in-laws by doing chores, dick.
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