Midnight Ranting

Ok, it's not even midnight anymore, but I liked the title. It's 4 AM and I don't think anyone will be bothered to read this anyway. Why bother typing this all up then? I need to think. It's easier to think if you get stuff written.

I've been very pissed of at my dad lately. He took off a few years ago and currently lives in India. Fair enough if he'd only come more than once a year.

My mum said she didn't want him in the house. I can understand that since he sold some of her things last year. He didn't care but was here anyway. Once even when my mum was home. Great way to start a Sunday morning, eh? Hearing your mum and dad fighting three hours after you finally crashed in bed. He refused to leave until she threatened with calling the cops.

My father sees it as his duty to find me a suitable husband. If you ask me he's been living in India for too long. He told me that if I didn't have sex until I got married I'd be much happier. Then he asked me if I was a virgin. I told him it was none of his fucking business!

"Why isn't it?" he asked me.

"If I'm a virgin or not is between me, potential sex partners and whomever I wish to tell. You are not one of those."

I think it's very irresponsible of him to not really give a damn about anything else.

Another time he asked me if I had a boyfriend. At the time I didn't and told him. Why not he wanted to know. Why should I?

"Is there anything wrong with you?" he then asked me.

"No", I told him. "There isn't anything wrong with me."

"Are you….are you a LESBIAN!?"

Honestly, what is wrong with him? Just because I was sixteen years old, not ugly and didn't have a boyfriend didn't mean that I was a lesbian. I didn't have a girlfriend either! He's a fucking homophobe too. Grrr!

I'm just getting mad now, so I better stop. Did this help me think? Nope, just got me more pissed at my dad.

-fin