Hey, I hate you too!

I woke up this morning to a knock at my door. I yelled whhhattt!!! thinking it was my bro. When nobody answered I realized that it was my dad. He had that stank look on his face and he asked me for the key to the truck. I asked him, "Don't you have one?" and he said, "Yes, but I need it." I gave it to him thinking I was gonna go back to bed and be done with it. Then he handed me the keys to the car and the new insurance card - we had switched from Allstate to State Farm.

Then he said, "Just forget that my bank account exists and forget that I am you're my daughter. You could have at least let me know what you were doing before you did it" Which is true, but if you know anything about my dad, he will most likely give you a stank face and tell you NOOO. So, I didn't bother asking him to borrow. I was going to pay him back eventually - most likely when I got my fall return back. I told him, "I couldn't afford it" and he said, "Well, you should have gotten a second job" I am out of the house by 8 and don't come back till 8. There are NO part time jobs from 8 to 12, and then to have time for school things? C'mon.

I tried to get more words in and he was like, "As a matter of fact stop talking. You have been nothing but trouble since you came back. I have a CHILD to raise. So, as of right now I only have a son" I rolled my eyes, and stormed into my room. I was annoyed by the fact that he said, "I have a child to raise" PUUUHHHLEEEASE! My mom has raised him. He has just scolded my brother all of his life. Just because you pay the bills doesn't make you a father.

My annoyance soon turned to anger, and my anger made me cry. This is the third time he's done that to me. First when I was 15 when my hormones were raging. Then when I was a freshman in college when he accused me of stealing his money, and now when I owe him 700 dollars. Like get over your fucking self. I am 23 years old and I'm not gonna go chasing after his love and affection. He can go fuck himself. Then a year later he comes to me with some flowers saying that he's sorry. I don't think so.

Since he didn't let me speak, I wrote him an angry note saying that, "Since you care so much about money here's all the money I have. This is the third, yes THIRD and last time you tell me that I am not your daughter. Tuition was 3000 dollars, and I only took a third. Mom and I paid the rest. Sorry, I haven't won the lottery."

I called my mom and she was crying and crying. She accused me of making excuses to move out. She basically told me that she had wasted away her life with my dad and that I had to too. I guess she doesn't want to suffer alone. She then went along to tell me stories about how bad he treated her when she was preggo with me. Obviously he hated me since before I was even born.

So now I'm at my grandmothers house all over again. Of course history had to repeat itself. My g-ma is going to ES for 3 weeks. So, I'm staying here while she's gone. Then when school starts I'm planning on finding my own space.

When his mother was alive he would always say that she was greedy, and that she was money hungry - that that was all she was concerned about. It looks like the apple never falls far from the tree.

Apparently he didn't check himself cause he just wrecked himself.