Tonight proved to be especially interesting regarding my family. They just try SOOOO hard to try and make me feel like crap, and it seems they've grown tired of my quick- witted comebacks and refusal to step down from their bullshit.
My mother was wild about something stupid - as usual - and -AS USUAL- she had to get rowdy with me. We got loud, and here comes my dad with his typical think-I-have- a-clue- what's-going-on interjections. He says I have a lot of nerve because I alerted him to the afct that the closest thing to "cleaning" HE does around here is his half-assed attempt at tidying up the garage. So, he gets on a kick about the threee bags of garbage I had put out 4 MONTHS AGO to be taken to the dump, which HE then plopped in front of my room... "When I get home I better see those gone!' he says. MY QUICK REPLY : "well they would have been gone 4 months ago if you would have included them with the 6 other bags you never took to the dump that the neighbor got rid of for you!!!"
"WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?" HE SAYS!
Then he blabbers on about me only working a few days a week. oh, it was "when was the last time you went to work?" HAHAHA! I say "probably around the last time you actually got in the shower and scrubbed your asscrack!" in addition to that, "when was the last time your wife went to work?" which then led to her fat mouth opening with "then I'll go get a job and you watch your child
.... WHAT??? I can PAY someone to watch her twice as well as she does for free, so I told her that, and she responds with the usual dumbfounded "yeah whatever."
So then he starts flapping his gums again about my lousy job, so I said "you say that now, but it's always good enough when I get my chincy paycheck and you both have your hands out because you can't even pay a $20 bill" His response "that has nothing to do with anything we're talking about" in a feeble attempt to get me where it's supposed to hurt, he goes "well you don't even own a car, so let's not talk about money!" I go: "oh but let's get right on that, I don't own a car because I'm too busy buying food and putting gas in the car that your wife drives, you know, the neighbor's car!"
HERE'S THE GOOD PART NOW, WHAT GOT ME OUT OF THE HOUSE, THE SWIFT KICK IN THE BALLS:
He goes storming down the hallway (big man isn't he?) STILL stammering about me not owning a car, so, the big finale:
"YOU THINK YOU CAN MAKE IT ON YOUR OWN WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A CAR!"
HERE IT IS!
"I MIGHT NOT HAVE A VEHICLE, BUT I DO WHAT REALLY NEEDS TO BE DONE FOR MY CHILD. YOU CAN'T EVEN FEED YOUR FAMILY, AT LEAST MY CHILD IS NEVER HUNGRY AND IT'S MY PAYCHECK THAT FEEDS YOUR THE PEOPLE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PROVIDE FOR!!!"
"I WANT YOU OUT OF THIS HOUSE, I WANT YOU OUT!!!"