good riddance, daddy dearest.

my father called today. i woulnt have answered it, but i thought it was a text message from my cripply love, so i flipped my phone open, and then it was too late. drat. he said "kayla, we clearly have some differences we need to work out. id like us to sit down and talk." i said "bah. ok next week maybe." secretly, my brain was screaming "GO FALL IN A HOLE ASSBAGEL!" of course i did not say this.

i do not want to sit down with him. i do not wish to talk to him. i do not wish to work out said "differences." these differences stem from the fact that i yelled at my father, quite loudly and angrily, "FUCK YOU!" and hung up on him once upon a time when he threatened to take wilbur away from me because i did not put his name on my college ebill in a timely enough fashion. i think he is miffed because i did not apologize, and i basically stopped communicating with him altogether (though i am still driving wilbur, im quite happy to say) after that. the simple fact is, i am not sorry therefore i will not apologize. he can be angry all he pleases but it will not happen.

i will meet with him. and him alone. i will tell him in no uncertain terms to leave his bitch wife at home. and he will talk at me. and when i do not crumble and apologize and declare my undying love and gratitude towards him, he will get angry. and he will yell, and cuss me and start throwing ridiculous accusations at me. and then he will cry. i have dealt with my father enough to know this is exactly how it will go down. i am worried about this meeting occurring in a public place. it could be fairly embarrassing.

this time, however, i am different. as sad as it is to say, i do not give a flying fuck about him anymore. when i was quite young, i was a daddys girl. then he ruined that. for a while a hung on, wildly hoping that he would treat me like he was supposed to and love me as much as he apparently loves my crack-head sister. he never did. then i was nice to him simply because he was my father and he bought me things. he fucked that up too. he pushed me too far, and frankly these last couple months without him have been quite delightful and drama-free. i got away from him and i liked it. so now i wont go back.

i have a dad. his name is bob. i do not need my father anymore, well except to pay half my bills, but he is legally obligated to do that. he pushed me too far, and he has lost me. his loss. too bad, so sad. i just wanna get this damn meeting over so i can go on with my life, one that he will be fairly absent from.