T-Minus One Hour to Bed…

Dammit! I was livid tonight! I was about ready to blast off in grand shuttle fashion! Dad didn’t show up until around 10pm – the latest he has ever been.  I wanted to take my medications and go to bed! He apologized profusely to me and gave me a big hug.  “You can’t leave me hanging like that for hours!” I spat venomously at my father. “I won’t let it happen again,” he told me very apologetically.”I was looking at some old family home videos I had converted to Blu-Ray.” “Next time I am taking the medications from you and I will handle them from now on,” I replied. That raised an eyebrow! Also, I was so disappointed as I busted my lily white ass to clean my house for him and he fiddle farted around and was late in seeing it. That doesn’t come natural to me. I have to make a concerted effort to keep my house tidy. A little dog hair in every corner of every room never bothered me one bit. “I don’t think your house looked this good when you moved into it,” he told me after looking into each room.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - March 22, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs