Dad’s Freekin’ (#927)

Dad’s freakin’ out about my calling more than one time a day…He thinks it’s weird that I call everyday, but is mad when I call twice or more.

I went over to Mom & Dad’s house this morning to try on some outfits to bring over to a seemstress…We had nothing—it all fit. Mom had to call the woman and tell her we weren’t coming over—she had done this also when I hadn’t come over Saturday—but she promised that she would have more stuff of hers to do.

The law for today (me) was to keep quiet—not say anything!!!

It worked to well…Everytime I shut up Dad would just talk longer and longer and finally started a fight when I didn’t react the way he thought I should.

He said he would respect me if I would respect him (the one phone call thing)—he’s like a dog with a bone…

I ended up leaving after he got in my face and nearly gave himself a heart attack—as I left he went into his bedroom and stay there until I left.

He started the fight by calling me a liar—to my face—I had it—and yelled right back at him.

He pulled the “I’m your father—you don’t talk to me like that”, but I had tried quiet and that wasn’t working either.

Mom gave me gas money and I left as he said before he went in his room that he doesn’t want to hear from me until the day we go to the hotel for Sydney’s function.

I’ll show him—I won’t call or text for two weeks—I’m going to let Mom call me…

They’re always worried that I won’t be able to get along once they die—so for two weeks I’ll consider them dead 💀

No texts or blogs for Mom—she’ll fold when she wants to find out how I’m doing…I won’t answer the phone until the day before Sydney’s function.

They want tough love ❤️ they’ll get it!!