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So, you all know that my dad's an alcoholic. Gets drunk, and then either gets nasty or falls asleep. Does so almost every day of the week, except on the rare days that I call him on it.
Well, it's about 8:00 in the morning, he just left for Ann Arbor for a doctor's appointment, and I think he's already drunk. I'd gone to the doctor's on Tuesday, and apparently there was a deductible that had gone unpaid, and that had to be paid before the doctor could see me. So he paid it, and called mom later and they straightened that out. And you know what he said to me this morning before he left?
"Did you know about the deductible before we went to the doctor's office, and that's why you had me take you?"
WTF? Why on earth would I do that and not tell him?! Why wouldn't I just call Mom and say, "Hey, the good doctor tells me we've got an unpaid deductible, and if it doesn't get paid, I don't get an appointment. Can you fix that please?" Yeesh. I know full well that trying to get money from my dad is like trying to pull a vampire's teeth -- it rarely ever happens, because he's a cheap bastard who only likes to spend money on himself. The rest of us can get by with substandard crap, but dad needs to get himself the latest and greatest, by god! I thought status symbols were below him, but then that was when I was an idealistic little snot. (Well, in some ways I still am, but I'm growing out of that.)
This is one of the reasons why I'm moving to grandma's this summer. It's not that I don't need a job (I most certainly DO, it IS a reason I'm moving), but I have been so excited to be going to college and finally getting away from my parents. I love Mom, but obviously we get under each other's skin, and I think it would be a good move to distance myself from her for a little bit, you know? And Dad... Well, let's just say that I really don't want to ruin my summer vacation. I had more fun taking care of Mom's house than I think I've ever had over here, even though I lacked a computer. (It also proved that I can, indeed, live without the computer. Oh, shock and HORROR!) Obviously I can't spend my whole summer by myself -- that would most certainly drive me crazy, as would a complete lack of computer -- nor can I completely avoid Dad forever (he's paying some of my bills, guys, I have to acknowledge that on some level), but I had a good time without him around nagging me, guilt-tripping me, and generally pissing me off with his stupidity, selfishness, and drinking.
You know, I'm pretty sure he was drunk when we went to the doctor's office, too.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I think that if I heard he'd gotten into a car accident, and he'd been drinking, and he either was seriously injured or killed, I'd laugh. Sounds cold, callous, and cruel, but I swear I would laugh. He deserves it.
Well, it's about 8:00 in the morning, he just left for Ann Arbor for a doctor's appointment, and I think he's already drunk. I'd gone to the doctor's on Tuesday, and apparently there was a deductible that had gone unpaid, and that had to be paid before the doctor could see me. So he paid it, and called mom later and they straightened that out. And you know what he said to me this morning before he left?
"Did you know about the deductible before we went to the doctor's office, and that's why you had me take you?"
WTF? Why on earth would I do that and not tell him?! Why wouldn't I just call Mom and say, "Hey, the good doctor tells me we've got an unpaid deductible, and if it doesn't get paid, I don't get an appointment. Can you fix that please?" Yeesh. I know full well that trying to get money from my dad is like trying to pull a vampire's teeth -- it rarely ever happens, because he's a cheap bastard who only likes to spend money on himself. The rest of us can get by with substandard crap, but dad needs to get himself the latest and greatest, by god! I thought status symbols were below him, but then that was when I was an idealistic little snot. (Well, in some ways I still am, but I'm growing out of that.)
This is one of the reasons why I'm moving to grandma's this summer. It's not that I don't need a job (I most certainly DO, it IS a reason I'm moving), but I have been so excited to be going to college and finally getting away from my parents. I love Mom, but obviously we get under each other's skin, and I think it would be a good move to distance myself from her for a little bit, you know? And Dad... Well, let's just say that I really don't want to ruin my summer vacation. I had more fun taking care of Mom's house than I think I've ever had over here, even though I lacked a computer. (It also proved that I can, indeed, live without the computer. Oh, shock and HORROR!) Obviously I can't spend my whole summer by myself -- that would most certainly drive me crazy, as would a complete lack of computer -- nor can I completely avoid Dad forever (he's paying some of my bills, guys, I have to acknowledge that on some level), but I had a good time without him around nagging me, guilt-tripping me, and generally pissing me off with his stupidity, selfishness, and drinking.
You know, I'm pretty sure he was drunk when we went to the doctor's office, too.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I think that if I heard he'd gotten into a car accident, and he'd been drinking, and he either was seriously injured or killed, I'd laugh. Sounds cold, callous, and cruel, but I swear I would laugh. He deserves it.
