Ever since returning from the psych ward about a week ago, I've struggled to get along with my dad without getting sarcastic or even mumbling behind his back when he usually pisses me off by constantly reminding me of any mistakes that I make, even a mistake as small as dropping a freakin' coin on the floor as if that cannot be remedied simply by picking it up.
The last straw was when he called the cops on me last night; because he figured out I used the dryer while he wasn't home last night. This is crazy. No, he is crazy. Something is wrong when you feel like you have to get die-hard angry at your adult child for using your dryer when you are not home to the point where I am severely threatened to be removed from the home. Why would a parent call the police on their adult kid for using a freakin' dryer?! I got so mad, we argued, I cried and screamed and he just yelled, "Get out of my house! I'm taking you to a shelter!"
I refused to just give in. I told him that as long as he is my payee representative of my SSI, I am not going anywhere. So what does this nut job do; he calls the police on me! I had to explain to the patient officers that my dad called them because I used his dryer when he wasn't home, that I refused to leave because I have no where else to go, and he is my payee. So now an aunt on my mom's side, will be buying me a ticket to fly a plane back to Detroit.
Sick of this bull->-bleeped-<- here with my dad. Detroit is crappier now than ever, but I would rather be there able to wash clothes when I want, cook with the oven when I want and open the windows in one of my aunts' homes! I'm outta here. My dad is so pathetic, he had to cut off my access to the internet, but I can take my laptop to dialysis and use it there. Gotta lug around this awkwardly shaped cooling pad, but hell, better than nuthin'. He will regret this too, cause he only had two kids; now it's just one. Who will care for him when his is way to old to care for himself?
