I was afraid -- and yet I knew -- that both My Fucking Father and My Fucking Mother would yell at me as soon as they got home. But I cannot remember the last time both of them attacked me on the same night.
I'm still hurt, and angry, and confused by what happened last night, so I think I'm going to end this blog post before I can tell y'all the whole story, mostly because I am having a bad time processing it. Sorry.
The big thing is is that My Fucking Mother lost a couple 1099's that I left for her on the table, and she used that to launch into a bitchy screed about how I can't keep all the mail that she got while they were away on their two-month cruise intact. They have a dozen properties, dozens of credit cards, accounts hither and yon, and a fuck-ton of junk mail they've signed up for. How in the hell do I have to spend a day I'm working, after which I need to organize it by company and date, like how My Fucking Mother railed at me to do? This was all because of those goddamn 1099's, and I know for a fact I put those in a rubber band with all the other 1099's on the piano. This was totally her fault.
But she didn't act like it was her fault because she's a cunt. And like she does when she is a cunt, she uses my mistakes while she's yelling at me. Apparently I didn't pay insurance for one of her properties here. She says that she told me and she even provided a book for me to write it in. I don't remember her telling me, and I sure as fuck wasn't able to locate any "book" within all the other shit I had to keep track for her while they were gone. And wouldn't there be a fucking bill that would come due? Where the fuck was that? Or did I just have to magically pay insurance for a bill that never came on some random date? For fuck's sake, this isn't my house; it's a property they own whose responsibilities have fallen on my lap.
In fact, I don't even know if this was a "mistake." I'm going to call the insurance agent and ask him what the fuck was going on, because frankly, I think My Fucking Mother might be bullshitting me. Like her accusing me of taking her 1099's or throwing them away, I think she just didn't tell me about the insurance. Seriously, NOT EVEN A BILL?!
What is even stranger is My Fucking Father. While I was having dinner he stammered up the stairs and starting coming after me for not getting his sleeping pills on time. I told him that he used up all his refills -- he only got one month's supply when he felt entitled to two -- and that he needed to speak with the doctor to get re-authorized. But nope, he wasn't having any of that logic. Also, and this is even more fucked-up, he started screaming at me that I didn't put his supply of pills downstairs. WHY THE FUCK DOES WHERE I PUT HIS SLEEPING PILLS FUCKING MATTER?!?!?! He got 'em, right? Fuck this pill-popping addict.
I only gave you a little snippet of what I faced last night. I should go into more detail, but frankly, it hurts too much to relive the yelling with anything more than humor and disbelief. Again, I apologize, but if I told you how they really made me feel, I wouldn't be able to keep it together for work in a few hours. I hope you understand.
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