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my dad threatened to freakin kick me out yesterday |
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ok so heres what happened:
i had seen a movie and then spent the night at janelles house
i got home at like noon
at like 4:something my dad got home and was all super pissed at us
he was all 'CLEAN THE ******** MICROWAVE' and 'YOU BETTER HAVE CUT THE FLOWERS, I TOLD YOU TO DO THAT YESTERDAY AND YOU DIDNT'.
-i had had chili and so the microwave was dirty cuz i didnt put a cover on it and i forgot to clean it up (wasnt even that dirty, they way he put it later it was like it was freakin everywhere in the kitchen)
-he only told me to cut the one plants flowers. he didnt say anything about the other two
anyways, so he left for some soccer meeting (he's gunne coach eek ) and so he was gone for a while
he got home at like 7:something and was less pissed off then
he asked if i had watered the plants and i said no and he told me to go water them (i dont know how late to water the plants, before he said like right before we go to bed. how the hell will i see the plants if i do it then?? it'll be dark out! my dads retarded.)
so then later
my dad had bought some cookie dough and my sisters put it on the pan and we set the timer and stuff
my dad went downstairs to go do something ( i think he was really watching tv) and told us to watch the cookies
i went upstairs to take my shower since i hadnt taken it in like two days (ewy)
well, my sisters didnt take the cookies out when the timer went off
and the cookies got burned
and my dad got pissed
(kinda reminds me of the incredible hulk. only not green. and the evil version.)
he started yelling and swore and stuff and so i came downstairs to the kitchen and saw my dad hit my sisters (caitlyn and nadine, both gunna be in fifth grade now, weeee) with the oven mitt in the head.
i dont even remember what i was thinking when it happened, but honestly, i dont care what his reasons were for doing anything to my sisters, i had seen enough of what happened to my mom and i wasnt planning on letting that happen to us.
so i yelled 'WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING??' at him and then he came around to me
i dont really remember the next part cuz there was a lot of yelling going on, but in general he was trying to get me to sit on the floor and i was refusing (he was hitting my upper arms up until i grabbed his to stop him)
then
he ******** TRIPPED ME.
he put his leg behind mine and tripped me.
i wasnt expecting that, so i fell. my first thought was 'dumbass, i could've broken my arm' or something like that.
anyways
so i kept trying to get up and we were yelling at eachother and somehow i think my dad dragged my in the kitchen part of the room behind the island and in front of the oven
i dont even remember really, i think he told me to stay there and idk i did i guess, and then he went back to the table where my sisters were sitting and hit them again (i dont think he had the oven mitt at that point anymore) so i stood up and started yelling at him again.
(pretty much all my yelling was about how he doesent have right to hit us. his arguement was that he was the adult and the parent and stuff. i didnt say it [he would have gotten more pissed] but all i could think when he said that is that he should know better than to take his anger out on us. he's the adult, he should be the last one to be throwing tantrums about ******** cookies.)
yah, so he called my mom and made me sit at the table and was yelling at me again and was all 'who's the adult, who's the parent? i know whats best' blahblahblah. and i was saying that he should know better.
the only really clear part in that was when he asked who decides these things (like hitting us or as he called later 'lightly slapping us') and i said 'not you'
idk if that pissed him off anymore than he already was but it was the truth as far as i could see.
so
my mom came over
and they talked to us for until 9:15
over an hour i think.
and almost the entire time i was just staring at my dad.
egh
i wanted to die
he was all 'i'm sick of this teen stuff' or whatever.
geh
i guess everything that goes wrong is just ALWAYS my fault with him.
my mom kept acting all happy, like trying to lighten mood, which kinda pissed me off. she ******** left us there. HE ******** ABUSED HER AND SHE LEFT US THERE. yah we go to her house every other week, but the other weeks we're left with that jackass who cant even fold his own ******** laundry. we have to fold it. and its not just pants. its like underwear and socks. >,<
so yah
my dad was all 'move you to the room upstairs where i can keep an eye on you' 'close to throwing you out' 'you can find somewhere else to live if you dont want to follow my rules' blahblahblah.
i guess we dont do our chores now, too. he was asking my mom what was so hard on our list that we couldnt do.
we do our chores. his problem with it is that either 1. its not good enough for him or 2. he doesent explain things to us. how the hell am i supposed to know what side he's talking about when he says 'cut dead flowers from side yard' theres plants on both sides.
so yah, thats pretty much everything that went on last night.
i forgot something.
when i was sitting at the kitchen table, my dad didnt believe that i was at janelles house.
he was all 'where were you last night' and i said 'at janelles house' and he was all 'how do i know that' and i said 'call and ask' and he said 'give me the number' and so i pulled out my cell phone cuz i dont know her number, i pretty much never call her. he didnt actually call and ask, but i found it very gay of him to think i was lying about something like that. its so stupid.
so
-almost got my allowance taken away, and my phone, almost got kicked out, almost had to move upstairs
-i guess i need to get all a's and b's in order to get my drivers license. stare unless this years spanish and math classes turn out to be much more easier to learn, i doubt that i will get my license.
-my rooms stinks i guess
-if i dont have a clean room by sunday (when i go to my moms) my dad is gunna move my stuff upstairs (i doubt he would move it up himself. he's so bad at making threats. i would have to move everything myself.)
-my dad is a dumbass who should be beaten.
heh, one part of last night made me laugh though.
they were talking about how i need to be a little more 'mature' and stuff.
and my dad asked how old i was. "15". and how old i was going to be in a few months. "16". and my dad asked what that meant.
seriously, the only thing that came to mind was: 'you dont know how old i am' and 'you cant count either'.
he's such a dumbass.
but, we dont have any chores to do today.
and we ate the cookies after my mom left
i took a shower too.
so yah.
thats pretty much what happened.
^^ my dad
if you ever have the misfortune to meet him
please beat him on site.
jeez. he's in london in this picture. >,<
 · Wed Aug 08, 2007 @ 03:24pm · 9 Comments |
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