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Famrant pending:
Aug. 14th, 2006 11:01 amI do not expect this week to go well.
My father died four years ago on the seventeeth of this month. And now my mother wants us to go away that part of the week, and is whipping out the whole "It's the anniversary" card and getting all weepy.
Fuck her. She can bawl her eyes out for all I care. That woman spent the last years of my father's life screaming at him and treating him like shit. Then she waits until I go out of town to spread his ashes, and asks me all teary-eyed after the fact "I hope you don't mind."
Fuck yes I mind, you selfish bitch. That was my father. I had as much right, if not more, to be there as you did. The last three years of pretending I don't hate your guts has worn me pretty thin. Forgive me if I don't toddle obediently behind you this time.
My father died four years ago on the seventeeth of this month. And now my mother wants us to go away that part of the week, and is whipping out the whole "It's the anniversary" card and getting all weepy.
Fuck her. She can bawl her eyes out for all I care. That woman spent the last years of my father's life screaming at him and treating him like shit. Then she waits until I go out of town to spread his ashes, and asks me all teary-eyed after the fact "I hope you don't mind."
Fuck yes I mind, you selfish bitch. That was my father. I had as much right, if not more, to be there as you did. The last three years of pretending I don't hate your guts has worn me pretty thin. Forgive me if I don't toddle obediently behind you this time.