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I was informed by my mom that my dad called earlier this morning. He was all pissy and moany because the water had been turned off for a little while...and somehow it was my fault. And he's complaining that he can't get out of town to go to Seattle for Grandpa's 80th birthday and stuff. Then he was going all "If Tara lives at your house, she has to follow the same rules as she did when she lived here blah blah blah." Mom said, "No, this is our house, not your's. She'll follow our rules. Oh yeah, and she's 20 now." So basically, I'm gonna wait until he's outta the house until I go back to pack up some more things. I really don't wanna face him right now. But I feel really depressed, too. He's my dad and I love him and I can't talk to him. That was my house and my room; I've lived there for seven years, and now I can't go there when I want a moment to myself. Dammit. I can't wait until I have a place of my own. I can't wait to own the floor beneath my feet XD
 MEOWITSTERRA · Tue Jun 13, 2006 @ 07:33pm · 0 Comments |
