Yeah. I called him this morning just to check on him, make sure he was okay, and he unloaded on me that he’s going to sell the house and make sure I’m homeless, like he literally gloated that I will be homeless and living in a tent, then he had the nerve to tell me he loves me.
I really don’t know what to think. And all of this couldn’t have come at a worse time when public housing is like a non-starter and I live in a blue state too.
What’s keeping you there?
What’s stopping you from moving to a colorful yet affordable town, living in a modest apartment that’s walking distance from grocery stores and nightlife, hanging out with a bunch of punks and nerds, doing socialist organizing, finding a job that’s either on a bus route or in easy biking distance where you work enough to pay the bills, and proving to yourself and your dad and anyone that sees you how he was wrong about you, you are not subordinate to him, and you can live your own distinct life entirely under your own power?
Is he having mental issues? I mean, he’s in and out of hospital, is it affecting his mind?
afaik no, he’s probably just mad or upset, who fucking knows with him. He’s always been an mean asshole to me and mom, it’s just when he’s really sick he’s nice.
I sound like a broken record with this man, it’s always the same shit, I let my guard down and he comes at me, and it’s my fault for thinking he’s changed.
