Do ya'll remember when I talked about how angry I was because my dad was trying to force me into college and probably forgot my birthday and then when I wrote about my birthday (almost a month late) and talked about how he didn't forget but he couldn't even call me? If you don't, it's okay. You can click the links but that basically sums it all up.
Last night, around midnight, his girlfriend texted me and literally said, "Your dad and I are having a fight. How old are you?" I texted back, "19". After about five minutes, she texted me again and said, "I just won the fight! He didn't believe me, even after I proved it to him with the calculator. He said he's gonna kill you because you're making him old. lol" Even though I pretty much guessed what happened, I asked, "What were you fighting about?" It took her a little longer to reply but she replied with, "He thought you were 18 and he says he did not authorize your last birthday. lol"
I met this woman one time. She and my dad were already living together so I stayed with them for about two weeks... in the summer of 2011. I've spoken to her maybe four or five times since then and our exact conversations are always her saying "We love you and miss you! When are you coming back?" and me saying "I love ya'll too and I don't know yet." That's it. And yet she knows my age when my own father doesn't?
It's reached a whole new level of pathetic-ness when I'm not even surprised by this shit anymore. I should be completely heart broken and depressed that my dad had no idea how old his only kid is but I was literally just like, "Well, fuck you too then... Wow I hope I'm a hostess tomorrow. I don't want to be a runner and have to follow the jerk."
Earlier when I signed on to Facebook, I discovered that my aunt got married to the boyfriend that nobody even told me she had... Again, which I discovered on Facebook. In summer of 2011, she was engaged to a completely different dude who has since married some other woman... Again, which I had to find out about on Facebook.
How much do ya'll wanna bet that when I talk to them, they're all going tell me they love me sooooo much and miss me soooo much and ask why I don't talk to them and why I don't visit them and all that other shit next time I talk to them? I can basically guarantee that will happen. Fucking liars.
P.S. I was a runner today but I had a very good day because the jerk wasn't there. Apparently, I'm very good at my job and even enjoy it when he's not patronizing me and harassing me. I even had a bunch of "guests" (we aren't allowed to say "customers") laughing and I never do that because he makes me so angry.
P.S. #2 Wow, one guy pisses me off more than my dad forgetting my age. WTF.