Yesterday I told Mother that I am thinking about buying something on Amazon. She has asked me to tell her before I buy something just in case she needs something; that way we may save money on shipping. So that motherfucker uses this opportunity to start a conversation I don't want, about cleaning my room -- pack those Amazon boxes away (that's how he ties what he wants to talk about with my conversation), then clean up your room and other bullshit.
And I hate, just fucking hate, how he hijacks my innocent conversation, and me, to point out something he thinks I do wrong. And I am in fear that if I don't do what he has taking this craven opportunity to tell me what I should do, he'll do it for me. Several months ago he tried to recycle some of my papers. I was able to stop him, but only because I was willing to dig into the trash to retrieve my things. I can't give into him now. But once he knows I'm going to resist, what will he do to me?
And goddammit, we were going so well. I think I need to realize that this isn't something I triggered in him. He has been annoyed by my things for some time, apparently; he just wanted an opportunity to tell me, and like a pussy-ass bitch, he uses my innocent conversation to do it.
Fuck that old man in his diseased pisshole.
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