Sperm Donnor pt. 7
Ok so, so much has been going on, and I naively thought my father was a good person and supportive.
His birthday was on Canada Day. I made a pie, and got him a present and planned to celebrate with him. Since we were having a BBQ just he, will and I, I asked early on in the week if I could have some friends (James and Amber, which turned into James and Aaron)
He didn't seem to mind at all, and was fairly enthusiastic.
Previously in the week before, while we were driving William home (last monday)he started bringing up my crisis I'm going through, which pertains to 3, and only 3 people, but in terms of everyone else, mainly him. How this effects him almost excrutiatingly him solely.
i'msorryit'snotyourfuckingbaby
I continue to defend my point, where he just tells me I'm wrong.
I'm not going to go into all the shit he's pulled this week, because he's just a motherfucking ass hole. He can't just get off his own fucking high horse and admit he's no fucking martyr.
Fuck you Jeff. I'm worthless? Tell it to some more relatives. Lock me out of the fucking house, yeah, do it you bitch.
I hope one day you realize no one gives a flying fuck about you, or your precious "status".
You're going to go to hell because you're a cruel, spiteful man who just can't admit he may be wrong.
If I could, I would beat the fucking shit out of you and cut your fucking head off you sick fuck.
I hate you.
You will die decrepid, and alone, like you deserve.