| Dec. 14th, 2004 @ 06:06 pm wow. |
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Current Mood:  aaaah.....^__^
Current Music: 69 Pissed-Off Politicians - Round And Round Again
Today has been another fucking interesting day. In a better way this time.
I have.....*drumroll*....a boyfriend. <333 I love you Joe.
In other news (now that the biggest/best/most important is over), I've had a stupid week. Remember Daddy? Well, he left this morning (there is a god), but not before having a huge shouting match with my mother (who got back from grandma's yesterday night), and then another one with me. I don't know why he was yelling at Mother. I think she dropped a plate or something and broke it. He got mad about that, even though it's not his house and they're not his plates. So Mother was crying and being yelled at, Mitchie had left for school early because he couldn't take it, Darie was in her room (crying - who can blame her?), and I was having to sit there and watch my 'parents' fight. Just like fucking old times.
But I've definitely changed since then. It's been a long time - what is it, three, four years since he left? - and I'm not prepared to just sit there and watch him reduce my mother to a whimpering puddle again. So I got really pissed off, stood up and yelled at him to shut up. I said it wasn't his house, that she wasn't his wife anymore, and that he had no right to behave like that towards her. He told me to 'shut up, fag' and carried on fighting with/yelling at my mother. And that was the last straw. If I wasn't so short I would probably have hit him, but as it was I just told him what I thought of him: that he was a disgusting, drunken, ignorant, homophobic arsehole who couldn't even treat his own sons and daughter with any form of tolerance or compassion, and no wonder he can't hold down a job or a woman. We started yelling at each other, and eventually he left - after chucking a few plates on the floor and threatening to 'gouge me a new one unless I shut my faggot mouth'.
And that was that.
Once Mother had calmed down a bit, she asked me what had been going on while she was in London, and I told her all about what my father had been saying and doing. I asked her, please please please not to inflict him on us ever again, and she agreed. So, I don't think I'll be seeing my da again. He's gone back up to Glasgow to stay with his current girlfriend and her fifteen illegitimate children, or however many she's got. So, despite all the rowing and the yelling and the horrible miserable week we spent with him, it was worth it, because he's out of all our lives now for good. Mother promised. And despite how much of a mess she is sometimes, I know my mum wouldn't ever break a promise to us. She actually loves us, unlike Da.
So, yeah. w00t. and all that. You may think it weird that I'm in such a good mood now, after having such a nasty stressful start to the day, but it's actually been a very, very good day. What with Joe and everything. ::blush:: And no more Da. *YES!*
See you later. I'm off to watch a film with Darie and Mitchie. Mother's out for the night and I'm in charge, so basically that means a good time. I rented a few films for us to watch, and I'm going to call for pizza in about ten minutes. Ciaou! |
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