My mother put up with my father for 26 years. I cannot, and will not do that.
Son of a bitch has always blamed me for things he cannot find. Things which do not belong to me, things which I would not have reason to use. And now he has extra ammunition against me, after I threw out 483957208nth old clothes, furniture and things that were rightly deemed as “rubbish”. So he each time he says “I cannot find x”, he’ll add the phrase “the one that you threw out and I picked up”.
His most recent missing possession is a Panasonic radio – you know, the old-school size which some rappers would carry around on their shoulders and walk around last time. Yeah, pretty big right? Son of a bitch said the remote controller was missing and he couldn’t operate the radio without it. First of all, you can still operate the radio with or without the remote control. For God’s sake, even our televisions don’t require the remote controls to be operated! So he goes on saying I threw the radio and control out.
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I wouldn’t throw a perfectly working radio out. Even if I didn’t want it, it’ll go to Cash Converters first.
And even if he had the remote control, he wouldn’t know how to operate it without my help, because HE TOOK ALL THE MANUALS FOR EVERYTHING IN THIS HOUSE and lost them. Am I going to help him? Of course not! Because he’ll be constantly challenging what I tell him instead of just shutting up and listening for once!
By the way, I hope he’s enjoying himself with all my electrical and USB cables. I hope he gets entangled in them and dies.
It’s fucking annoying having to put up with shit like this day in, day out. These published entries are but highlights.
