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Yeah...this is really long, just warning you guys...lol
You know it’s bad when you watch your father’s girlfriend fill her 32oz. cup with almost all vodka and a pinch of Hawaiian Punch.
You know it’s bad when you watch your father’s girlfriend fill her 32oz. cup with almost all rum and a punch of Hawaiian Punch 40 minutes later.
You know it’s bad when the hallway reeks of pot 5 minutes after your father’s girlfriend has closed herself in their bedroom.
You know it’s bad when it’s 12:12AM and your father is gone, presumably to go find his drunken girlfriend which he let drive his car even though she was completely obliterated.
What does all of this mean? I am bittersweet finding another woman for my father. Yes he was lonely without a woman, but is he truly better off with this woman right now with all the headaches she brings? Perhaps the most symbolic reference of her madness came on my birthday. Apparently she was going to “Take me out to dinner on my birthday.” (You’ll see why I put that in quotes later.) Okay, cool so I’m going to a Chinese restaurant even though I don’t care for Chinese and it destroys my intestines. So it’s 7:30 PM and my dad and I are waiting on her to meet us at the house so we can go. However she’s out doing errands (Allegedly) with one of her friends saying “Yeah give me another half an hour.” It’s now 8PM and my dad is of course complaining up a storm about her saying “Oh she’s always doing stuff like this for her friends, never comes home on time bla bla bla.” he calls her and she says she is on her way and she’ll meet us there. So we’re at the restaurant waiting for her and she finally strolls in around 845 or so after us waiting there for almost a half an hour. I get my food a little after, eat, and all is good...right? Hmmm the bill is $80-. Who pays for it? My father. Look, I understand it’s a nice gesture to take me out to dinner and stuff, but I’d rather have $80 worth of food at home that I can gorge myself on and not feel my innards ripping me apart. Not to mention I thought SHE was taking me out to dinner which means SHE would pay for the bill????? (Which of course made a fun ride home let me tell you...Oh yeah I drove home alone too while they were out galavanting. (Once again, I’m not complaining about them going out, it’s the symbolism - the fact it’s all about her even on my birthday.) So after a nice, awkward dinner I was home and that was my birthday. Once they finally got home, I asked her if she could shave my head into a mohawk which would’ve taken all of 10 minutes in which she replied “Hunny I’m too stoned to do that. I’ll do it 1st thing tomorrow for you.”
Today was quite interesting. She left at 12 this morning to go over her friend’s house probably to get plastered. She didn’t get home until 430PM and she said to me “I didn’t forget about you Jaguar, (About my hair) I’ll see how tonight goes otherwise I’ll do it first thing in the morning.”..Alright fine, whatever...At this point I’ll just pay for someone to do my hair. So I’m just watching her pound Vodka and Rum. At about 9 I hear her get in my dad’s mustang and drive off. I think to myself “Gee but you’re okay enough to go drive to go get messed up even more...” Well it’s 12 and I go into my dad’s bedroom to get another pack of cigarettes and I notice he’s gone...Where could he be now? Well he’s probably out trying to find his drunken girlfriend. Sure enough a couple of minutes ago I hear him on the phone saying “I have no idea where she is. She told me she was going over Andrea’s, I stopped over there and she wasn’t there.” . Is she cheating on my dad? No, I don’t think she would be that stupid to do that but who knows? Is she hooked on drugs again? Probably, but at this point I really don’t care. This is getting so annoying it’s pathetic. I honestly feel like I’m living with an out of control, 17 year old girl. I can’t focus on anything because there’s ALWAYS drama when she’s here, in one form or another and stuff like this just drives me up a wall. How in the world am I supposed to be able to concentrate on my schoolwork when I have to deal with this stuff? It’s simple, I can’t. I’m trying my hardest to which right now is all for naught. My mind is in stress-shutdown mode which means it just wants to run away from the problem. I can’t stop my mind from planning my mental escape back up north to Rhode Island. I can sit here and honestly say it is all about this woman. Whatever happens around here, it’s all about her. My dad is always calling her to keep tabs on where she is, complaining about how he never gets to spend time with her yet whenever he’s on the phone with her or sees her he is all lovey-dovey with her which drives me nuts. I honestly feel like I’m going to explode and what’s even worse is I’m still holding in the fact I haven’t told my father yet that I’m moving back up north. I honestly have no idea what to do right now, I don’t.
On the bright side I did get my 1.42GHz 14" iBook and I love it!
You know it’s bad when you watch your father’s girlfriend fill her 32oz. cup with almost all vodka and a pinch of Hawaiian Punch.
You know it’s bad when you watch your father’s girlfriend fill her 32oz. cup with almost all rum and a punch of Hawaiian Punch 40 minutes later.
You know it’s bad when the hallway reeks of pot 5 minutes after your father’s girlfriend has closed herself in their bedroom.
You know it’s bad when it’s 12:12AM and your father is gone, presumably to go find his drunken girlfriend which he let drive his car even though she was completely obliterated.
What does all of this mean? I am bittersweet finding another woman for my father. Yes he was lonely without a woman, but is he truly better off with this woman right now with all the headaches she brings? Perhaps the most symbolic reference of her madness came on my birthday. Apparently she was going to “Take me out to dinner on my birthday.” (You’ll see why I put that in quotes later.) Okay, cool so I’m going to a Chinese restaurant even though I don’t care for Chinese and it destroys my intestines. So it’s 7:30 PM and my dad and I are waiting on her to meet us at the house so we can go. However she’s out doing errands (Allegedly) with one of her friends saying “Yeah give me another half an hour.” It’s now 8PM and my dad is of course complaining up a storm about her saying “Oh she’s always doing stuff like this for her friends, never comes home on time bla bla bla.” he calls her and she says she is on her way and she’ll meet us there. So we’re at the restaurant waiting for her and she finally strolls in around 845 or so after us waiting there for almost a half an hour. I get my food a little after, eat, and all is good...right? Hmmm the bill is $80-. Who pays for it? My father. Look, I understand it’s a nice gesture to take me out to dinner and stuff, but I’d rather have $80 worth of food at home that I can gorge myself on and not feel my innards ripping me apart. Not to mention I thought SHE was taking me out to dinner which means SHE would pay for the bill????? (Which of course made a fun ride home let me tell you...Oh yeah I drove home alone too while they were out galavanting. (Once again, I’m not complaining about them going out, it’s the symbolism - the fact it’s all about her even on my birthday.) So after a nice, awkward dinner I was home and that was my birthday. Once they finally got home, I asked her if she could shave my head into a mohawk which would’ve taken all of 10 minutes in which she replied “Hunny I’m too stoned to do that. I’ll do it 1st thing tomorrow for you.”
Today was quite interesting. She left at 12 this morning to go over her friend’s house probably to get plastered. She didn’t get home until 430PM and she said to me “I didn’t forget about you Jaguar, (About my hair) I’ll see how tonight goes otherwise I’ll do it first thing in the morning.”..Alright fine, whatever...At this point I’ll just pay for someone to do my hair. So I’m just watching her pound Vodka and Rum. At about 9 I hear her get in my dad’s mustang and drive off. I think to myself “Gee but you’re okay enough to go drive to go get messed up even more...” Well it’s 12 and I go into my dad’s bedroom to get another pack of cigarettes and I notice he’s gone...Where could he be now? Well he’s probably out trying to find his drunken girlfriend. Sure enough a couple of minutes ago I hear him on the phone saying “I have no idea where she is. She told me she was going over Andrea’s, I stopped over there and she wasn’t there.” . Is she cheating on my dad? No, I don’t think she would be that stupid to do that but who knows? Is she hooked on drugs again? Probably, but at this point I really don’t care. This is getting so annoying it’s pathetic. I honestly feel like I’m living with an out of control, 17 year old girl. I can’t focus on anything because there’s ALWAYS drama when she’s here, in one form or another and stuff like this just drives me up a wall. How in the world am I supposed to be able to concentrate on my schoolwork when I have to deal with this stuff? It’s simple, I can’t. I’m trying my hardest to which right now is all for naught. My mind is in stress-shutdown mode which means it just wants to run away from the problem. I can’t stop my mind from planning my mental escape back up north to Rhode Island. I can sit here and honestly say it is all about this woman. Whatever happens around here, it’s all about her. My dad is always calling her to keep tabs on where she is, complaining about how he never gets to spend time with her yet whenever he’s on the phone with her or sees her he is all lovey-dovey with her which drives me nuts. I honestly feel like I’m going to explode and what’s even worse is I’m still holding in the fact I haven’t told my father yet that I’m moving back up north. I honestly have no idea what to do right now, I don’t.
On the bright side I did get my 1.42GHz 14" iBook and I love it!
