OK, so it's been more than a day, and My Fucking Father still hasn't spoken to me. Either he's tired or he's still pissed that I didn't pick them up Wednesday morning (more on that later).
Last night (Thursday night) I holed up in bedroom the whole night after dinner. Didn't feel the need to invite any criticism from him. Then again, holing up in my bedroom may also invite criticism one of these days. He likes to hold grudges. He is who I got that from.
Now, tonight, I'm going to this wrestling thing and I haven't told my parents yet. What am I supposed to tell them? How? When? This is going to be rough.
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