Kid has a PD day, so C decides his stomach hurt and he's going to call in sick. Ok whatever. I ask if he can bring the clean laundry upstairs, maybe do a couple of chores around this pit of a hellhole. I get home, kid has been playing video games all day, and C "has been in the bathroom every few hours so he didn't have a chance to do anything." I'm not even surprised.
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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