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| Ugh |
| 01.14.05 (3:58 pm) [edit] |
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*ring ring* Me: Good afternoon. Rosie speaking. Dad: Hello. When did your mother decide she was going to Hong Kong? Me: I don't remember *lying* Dad: Was it before or after I talked about driving you? Me: I don't remember...You're calling me [at work] to talk about this? *mumbles* Dad: What? Me: Nothing. Dad: Why didn't you tell me your mother was going to Hong Kong before when we talked about rides on the 27th before? Me: Isn't it the same if I tell you now? Dad: Why didn't you say anything about it before instead of giving me a "maybe" about going to the airport. You never tell me anything. *sigh* That's all. *click* :roll: What is the big deal? What big plans did he have in his head? I'm not leaving for another 10 days. Did I screw up his schedule somehow? Did he want me, his "friend" and me to all have a happy meal before we jetted off to Hong Kong like a family? Was he going to give some big news? He's already told me many times that his "friend" hates my mother. Is he worried that his "friend" will fly off the handle because my mom will also be on that flight? This just totally triggered a memory. My mom fired this woman back in the day. Maybe it was shortly or before the firing that this woman paid a visit to our home. She came over to put on a show about not having anything to do with my father. My dad let her in and just watched this woman berate my mother in our home. He seemed to enjoy the spectacle. I didn't want to get involved so I stayed in my room. I remember thinking that if I was my mom, I would have told this woman to get lost or called the police. She was just ranting and raving in our living room. This was quite a few years ago. |
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