well, everyone, the shiRt hit the fan tonight.
my dad who has been a nightmare since coming here to escape the storm, started his usual tirade against my mom tonight. i tried to do what my husband said to do which is leave the room when my dad starts getting ugly but couldn't bear it when he started to take this whole thing out on her like hurricane sandy was all her fault. he didn't want to rebuild but she wanted to stay. i went in calmly at first and asked what his problem was now and well, let's just say, things escalated from there.
my dad thinks all his hard work to get things back in place is all my mom's fault and he will torture her and everyone else in his path because "he" and only "he" is working so hard. wait, didn't sandy wreck countless lives and countless homes????? Why is he the only one?
he said that's it, it's over between he and I as he almost slammed my hand in one of the doors in my house. thank god, this house 90 year old house is made of tougher stuff and the door is none the worse for wear. glad my hand missed the blow. ugh!
even if i never see my dad again, i'm glad he is out. these past two weeks, I've felt like a little girl again when he used to walk in the door and my stomach would drop in anticipation of his tirades that usually came. you'd think as you aged, you'd get mellower. not my dad.
went into the coop to escape the wrath and call one of my bros and the hens were like what the????? I was cursing and crying and I'm sure thats something they've never heard before.
Where's the xanax?
