I simply just can’t understand why my father loves to drive me insane. There has to be some reason why he either purposely does things, or cannot seem to “remember” not to do them. Everyday, over and over the same thing happens.
Months ago my father finally decided to sell his car. He never drove it, and the convertible top had started to leak so it had been bound to a life in the garage; of which it never moved for almost a year. He finally told me that if I could sell it I could park my car in the garage in its place (seeing as how his truck is too big to fit in the garage anyway). Months went by and no offers on the stupid car, and then finally someone bought the damn thing. Now I can park in the garage! I should be happy and ecstatic; key word being ’should’.
Every day when my father comes home from work, he parks the behemoth of a truck right behind my car so there is no way I can leave to go anywhere. I bitch and complain constantly about it, yet every day over and over he either can’t “remember” not to, or for some reason he just has to be inconsiderate. Hearing the garage door in the afternoon, knowing its him coming home makes my blood pressure go through the roof, and I get an instant migraine from it.
I want to move, god help me I just want out. What is the point of being able to get in the garage if my car sits there for weeks because I can’t ever get it back out. I could rummage through my mom’s purse and find the other set of keys and move it (every time), or I could just park in the street (which would be stupid too). What really pisses me off is when it was the other way around; and he still drove his car. I NEVER blocked him in, I was ALWAYS courteous about it and made sure he could get out of the garage. Apparently when the shoe is on the over foot it would rather kick my ass for ’sport’.
I think the headache pills have finally started to kick in. Ugh, he is such a jackass.
I just had to vent today, and I know I sound like a teenager, but I’m not. I’m just one of those people that when the same button gets pushed over and over and over and over again whatever miniscule “thing” it actually is turns into a BIG deal to me.
– Kevin (BoyStar22) — Post From My iPhone