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Mar. 31st, 2003 02:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I finally got a weekend pretty much to myself. Would've went pretty well had my dad not completely and totally lost his damn mind! Okay, here's what happened:
I went to C-ville (my hometown and where my dad still lives) Saturday morning. Dad has been dating C since September or so. They got engaged at Thanksgiving time, I think (his idea, not hers). He's turned into a crazy nutball since then. He won't let this poor woman get any sleep (she works the night shift) or go anywhere or do anything without him. C is a very nice lady who just got divorced from the alcoholic she was married to for 20+ years.
Dad should thank this man - he taught C how to be codependent and to clean up messes that aren't really hers. The scenario - C wants a few days away from Dad, alone time without him tagging along (my dad can be tiresome in the best of moods). She tells Dad not to call for 2 days. 2 days. He makes it 6 hours, and when she refuses to entertain him, he goes out, gets drunk and busts into her house (hellloooo, Jerry Springer) and calls her all sorts of names. She (lovely lady that she is, I would have called the cops and slapped a restraining order on his ass) drove his car home and had her daughter come and pick her up.
He also thinks it's cute to take her out to bars (again, helllooo) and to go out and dance with the women who are there (the visual of my 70 year old father dancing with 35 year old ex-strippers is just too much for me), then tell C she has no business talking to other guys.
This is not my Dad.
Growing up, my parents never let us shirk any responsibility. We never were allowed to quit mid-stream. Now my Dad has decided to quit all of his activities (he's an active Mason and Shriner) - without telling anyone. No resignation letters, no phone calls, nothing. I arrive in C-ville to this news, which I get to deal with because he's sitting there smirking and refusing to talk to anyone. So, I gotta ask him - why would you turn your back on your ethics and principles? - and I am informed that it's a private decision, and it's none of my business.
I think my jaw broke a floor tile. This is not my Dad.
Good news: he's going to pay for a 3-year membership to a health club as a pre-wedding present, as well as pay for the wedding. With all of his craziness, I thought he was going to turn his back on us all completely (again, we were always taught that family comes first)!
My sister and I told C to kick his ass to the curb and call us if anything like the above happens again. We weren't raised to overlook stupidity. I doubt she'll ever have the backbone to tell him to get lost though.
Hope to have a nice smut piece up before the end of the day. Am cowering a bit at having to compete with all the stuff that came out this weekend, but I've written worse, I'm sure. Must produce piece for the Gryffindor Groupies April Fools' Day bad!fic challenge tomorrow. Maybe I can just go and surf ff.net and pick one of the thousands of terrible examples there. Gads.
I went to C-ville (my hometown and where my dad still lives) Saturday morning. Dad has been dating C since September or so. They got engaged at Thanksgiving time, I think (his idea, not hers). He's turned into a crazy nutball since then. He won't let this poor woman get any sleep (she works the night shift) or go anywhere or do anything without him. C is a very nice lady who just got divorced from the alcoholic she was married to for 20+ years.
Dad should thank this man - he taught C how to be codependent and to clean up messes that aren't really hers. The scenario - C wants a few days away from Dad, alone time without him tagging along (my dad can be tiresome in the best of moods). She tells Dad not to call for 2 days. 2 days. He makes it 6 hours, and when she refuses to entertain him, he goes out, gets drunk and busts into her house (hellloooo, Jerry Springer) and calls her all sorts of names. She (lovely lady that she is, I would have called the cops and slapped a restraining order on his ass) drove his car home and had her daughter come and pick her up.
He also thinks it's cute to take her out to bars (again, helllooo) and to go out and dance with the women who are there (the visual of my 70 year old father dancing with 35 year old ex-strippers is just too much for me), then tell C she has no business talking to other guys.
This is not my Dad.
Growing up, my parents never let us shirk any responsibility. We never were allowed to quit mid-stream. Now my Dad has decided to quit all of his activities (he's an active Mason and Shriner) - without telling anyone. No resignation letters, no phone calls, nothing. I arrive in C-ville to this news, which I get to deal with because he's sitting there smirking and refusing to talk to anyone. So, I gotta ask him - why would you turn your back on your ethics and principles? - and I am informed that it's a private decision, and it's none of my business.
I think my jaw broke a floor tile. This is not my Dad.
Good news: he's going to pay for a 3-year membership to a health club as a pre-wedding present, as well as pay for the wedding. With all of his craziness, I thought he was going to turn his back on us all completely (again, we were always taught that family comes first)!
My sister and I told C to kick his ass to the curb and call us if anything like the above happens again. We weren't raised to overlook stupidity. I doubt she'll ever have the backbone to tell him to get lost though.
Hope to have a nice smut piece up before the end of the day. Am cowering a bit at having to compete with all the stuff that came out this weekend, but I've written worse, I'm sure. Must produce piece for the Gryffindor Groupies April Fools' Day bad!fic challenge tomorrow. Maybe I can just go and surf ff.net and pick one of the thousands of terrible examples there. Gads.
ooooohhhh
Date: 2003-03-31 12:56 pm (UTC)Re: ooooohhhh
Date: 2003-03-31 01:15 pm (UTC)Parents!
Date: 2003-04-01 12:03 am (UTC)D.