PISSED OFF

Well, I am at my brother's for the moment. My Dad seems not to want to let me alone in the house. He had his girlfriend Murray over yesterday and had me cook breakfast and dinner for them. We sat around and she taught me a really cool card game. Actually, this lady seems really nice. However, in front of her in the morning Dad said "I'm going to need that Mastercard back from you." and I'm like WTF! I never asked him to send me that card to begin with, and here he is asking for it back in front of company. So I'm like, here...have the damn thing, geez, don't you trust me? And he's like "I need to make sure I have some control around here." Talk about an ass....I'd never charge anything on that if he didn't ask me himself to personally do it....like getting him some eggs or something from the store. Seriously, like in the airport we really had no money at all to buy food or anything, but I still refused to use the card for anything but the hotel room that he had instructed me - I wonder why the FUCK he won't trust me. I gave it back and told him to fuckin' clip it and I guess his girlfriend looked a little disapproved that he was treating his 32-year old daughter like she was 16 and he made me take it back. Whatever....it can rot in my suitcase for all I care.

So here comes the icing on the cake....I was going over to spend the night at Terry and Beth's house. Dad says "Well, I'll probably be at Murray's tomorrow so you'll need to spend most of the day there since I won't be home." I told him I'll come home whenever they want me to, and it isn't a problem since Beth has a house key, so she can let me in. Obviously he wasn't having that because when Beth came over to pick me up and I was serving him and Murray their food he said it again, this time in front of Beth. I told him AGAIN, there isn't a problem, because BETH HAS A KEY so I can get in. His little girlfriend then said, "Maybe you should have another key made" and Dad said "I don't have to, I have a key and she has one" (meaning Beth). Murray then, just hoping Dad was senile or thick explained to him slowly "what I'm saying is, maybe you should have a key made so that your DAUGHTER will have one while she's here so she can get in the house too". He ignored the comment and instead shifted the conversation to certain hands of a bridge game, making it pretty obvious that when he isn't at home I'm not welcome or can't be trusted in the house by myself. *sigh*

I swear, this is like being sixteen again.

I'm in no rush to go back today. I'm sure he'll be calling as soon as he wants some laundry done or a meal cooked. I bet he has no idea he even hurt my feelings. He did call me last night asking if I knew where his TV remote was. (I never watch TV in his room). Bah. Oh, and when he called Beth answered and he asked for Yvette. Nice, doesn't even know my name. Doesn't surprise me, his girlfriend asked me how old I was, she was wondering and told me "Your father doesn't know how old you kids are".

Bah. Fucked up family I come from man....ah well, at least Terry and Beth and the girls are normal. They've been real sweet to us.

Anyhow,