I am livid right now.
I drove 5 hours to visit my old town, where my dad happens to live. He told me go stay with him instead of a hotel, and although we never got along wonderfully I figured it was worth saving the extra money.
He's a Vietnam veteran (he's pretty old) and has very outdated views. I knew he didn't like my stripping, but today he literally came back from a doctors appointment and said they diagnosed him with PTSD and possibly as suicidal - which he then told me was my fault. He handed me the sheet of paper with the diagnosis and said "Don't be surprised if I take my own life someday. You know it's because of you, right? Your career choice affects others." WOW. Just wow. He then went on about how of all his kids I used to be the favorite, but of course not now. I told my mom who chewed him out for saying that, and I overheard him saying "Why are you proud of her? There's nothing to be proud of"
What's messed up is he wouldnt even know about my dancing if he hadn't pried like a nosy dick - he eavesdropped on phone calls of one of my friends who was staying with him (her house burned down so she stayed with us, then I moved) and continually drilled her asking questions when he sensed something was off. I'm still not 100 percent sure if she told him or not but I doubt it, and even so he had to have pried pretty hard to get any information at all.
At at this point I'm tempted to just go home, but I've been having so much fun with my friends. I don't know, I just need some support and don't know his to handle his harsh BS



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Reading all your posts really helped. Luckily I had a fun Friday night after leaving

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