I'm going to start an experiment. C has a pile of clean clothes on the floor that he never bothers to put away, and picks his daily "outfit" from said pile. He also has a dresser FULL of clothes. I'm going to start taking one shirt out of his dresser and toss it in the 'donate' pile, and putting a shirt from the floor in its place. Let's see how long it takes him to notice. Maybe I'll even take pictures.
It gets better .... so I decide that I need some time alone to breathe, so I go to my bedroom and I locked the door. C freaks out because "he's worried" and actually takes the doorknob off the door to "make sure I'm ok". And then proceeds to follow me down the street in the car after I walked out because he took the keys to both vehicles so that I can't go anywhere. I think that's considered abuse but I could be wrong. BUT I'M NOT. Best part? My mom thinks this is ok because he was just worried about me. I have to laugh because I was worried about my dad? Jeebus fucking christ.
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