posted on Jan, 9 2013 @ 11:44 PM
Originally posted by Manhater
reply to post by TheDoctor46
No I won't. I'm done. Least I'll get my peace back. She says I don't like talking to her, but when I do, it's verbal abuse to her. Whatever.
She sits there says, I order her around like a lap dog, but who everyday asks for me to get your medication? I'm listening???
And do I always get it for you?
That's what I thought.
So, keep twisting.
And who do you think got dad to call you?.....After whining about he's ignoring me...
And who took you to the hospital when you were sick and who visited you?
I am such a horrible person.
If and when I ever get in dire need of being sick and taken to the hospital, you think I am going to be able to rely on anybody? And do you think
anyone is going to visit poor ol me? No.
Oh yeah, and the fort.. I told you not now. I didn't attack you. I wanted to be left alone. I clearly remember that.
edit on 9-1-2013 by
Manhater because: (no reason given)
I'll break this down and it's the last time I'm replying to this thread. I don't think you're horrible. If I did, I wouldn't love you the way
I do. As I have stressed in here numerous times. No, you don't like me talking to you. You like perfect complete silence in your house unless
you're watching a movie. And that's fine. It's what you're used to. I'm used to noise. I'm used to a TV running in the background, music,
etc... There is NOTHING wrong with either. And I have been respectful about it, have I not? I play my music when you're not home so it doesn't
disrupt you and you can have your quiet when you come home. I try to be very thoughtful for you and to you. I KNOW you have a hard day, I used to be
there. I KNOW how some customers can be. And the boss.
We used to be so close. I don't know what happened to that, but I miss it. I miss talking to you until the late hours.
You called me from my room. I came from my room and started to answer you and got dismissed. I don't know what you call it.
As for everyday getting my medication, I asked, yes, 2 days in a row. Not everyday. You don't want to get it, don't. My life will go on and I
will make do. I always tell you appreciate you getting it for me. I give you my credit card so that you don't pay for it. I don't know what more
you want me to do.
Ahh, and as for "getting" dad to call me because I "whined" he was ignoring me. I made a comment. One. Wow, I really whined it up. You "got"
him? Serious control issues if you can order our father around to "tell" him to call me. You can I both know he texts and calls you every evening.
Every evening. Without missing a beat. I've even asked you a few times to pass messages along for me. It's well known some parents play
favorites, we ALL know in this family that you are dad's. It's fine. The entire clan knows it. It's not like it's secret of the month club.
Believe it or not, he knows we do not mix well when we're under the same roof and even he can't wait until I move out so the phone calls can stop.
I know what happened that night with the fort. You have NO idea how bad you get when you get drunk. Why don't you ask dad. You need help. Serious
help. I love you and don't want to see you kill your live like Pop did. Or am I burying another loved one due to alcohol abuse?