- 5 years ago
- Wedding: November 2013
So this weekend Fiance and I were out enjoying our weekend when I check my phone and see a call from an unknown number with the area code being my home state. I roll my eyes and hit “play” on the voicemail, knowing full well who it is – my lovely father, saying he’s in the hospital, again (this is seriously the 5th or 6th time just this year) and saying he doesn’t know what else to do – he’s apologized, sent me a card (I haven’t spoken to him since before Father’s Day when he accused my mother of bankrolling our wedding for the sole purpose of screwing his broke loser ass from attending – don’t think so, Daddy O), he doesn’t have much time left so I’d better call so we can resolve this, then calls me and my mother a name and says to call him so we can resolve our issues.
Thanks, but no thanks. He keeps making it easier and easier to completely cut him out of my life, for good. I did a few years ago but then guilt got the best of me and it just resulted in a few extra years of misery I could have saved myself.
I must be in a ranty mood today… Sorry, hive! 😉