So what got me going on this rant? I had to spend yesterday evening at my grandmother's for christmas. I didn't have to, but I felt obligated. I almost got in a fight with my father (the dirty piece of crap stoner loser who has no friends, no family that cares, and has no reason to live now except for his job, his drugs, and to harass his family cause he's driven everyone away because he's an ass) in front of the family. I stopped myself, but it was so tempting. I'd made some snide comment about not having a kid for quite a long time. He laughed and said I'd have one coming along anytime now, not to think I wouldn't be having one. It aggravated me a lot. Let me explain: I am a bastard child, a boy born of unwed parents who were forced to marry to take care of me. I wasn't wanted. I wasn't expected. And my father has taken that out on me my whole life. So hearing him tell me, in not so many words, that I was no better than he, it really pissed me off. My father who has never cared a bit about how I lived my life before should not think he can make a commentary about my sex life, especially when he doesn't know a thing about me, my life, or what is happening with me. Two words sum up what how I felt: fuck off. I need to tell him that one day. That I don't want him in my life, so just fuck off. I doubt he'll grasp that I want him to be gone, and I doubt I'll ever have the opportunity, but that's what I'd like him to know. C'est la vie...
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So what got me going on this rant? I had to spend yesterday evening at my grandmother's for christmas. I didn't have to, but I felt obligated. I almost got in a fight with my father (the dirty piece of crap stoner loser who has no friends, no family that cares, and has no reason to live now except for his job, his drugs, and to harass his family cause he's driven everyone away because he's an ass) in front of the family. I stopped myself, but it was so tempting. I'd made some snide comment about not having a kid for quite a long time. He laughed and said I'd have one coming along anytime now, not to think I wouldn't be having one. It aggravated me a lot. Let me explain: I am a bastard child, a boy born of unwed parents who were forced to marry to take care of me. I wasn't wanted. I wasn't expected. And my father has taken that out on me my whole life. So hearing him tell me, in not so many words, that I was no better than he, it really pissed me off. My father who has never cared a bit about how I lived my life before should not think he can make a commentary about my sex life, especially when he doesn't know a thing about me, my life, or what is happening with me. Two words sum up what how I felt: fuck off. I need to tell him that one day. That I don't want him in my life, so just fuck off. I doubt he'll grasp that I want him to be gone, and I doubt I'll ever have the opportunity, but that's what I'd like him to know. C'est la vie...
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