I'm going to preface this blog entry by saying that before anyone comments saying "Your father doesn't have to do anything for you, you're over 18". 100% true. However, him simply telling me he was throwing me out of the apartment, would have been better than what he did today.
Even though he knows that I was devastated by the termination letter I received, and that the clock is ticking, my father launched the most vicious unprovoked attack, for no reason, on me, and relatives I loved who are all dead.
He went off again, about "How he could have thrown my mom in the street, and nothing would have happened to him". He also said that "My grandmother was the worst woman he ever knew". He went off about the condition of my apartment in Lancaster.
Instead of saying "Mitch, when you run out of money, or if Aflac fires you, you need to get a regular paycheck". He told me that he wants me on "Disabaility", because, his nephew who has Asperger's is on it.
Even though I go to the gym, the speech therapist, and have rebuilt my life, he went off about my social life, and my lack of friends, etc. He told me that "I obsess over Aflac".
Bottom line: I've already admitted, he sent me an angry letter last year that I deserved, and I immediately got to work. He has lied to me that I have until the end of the year to see what happens with Aflac, and that we would then re evaluate it. He even said "I can do anything I want, I can force you to move back to Lancaster if I want to. I'm thinking about moving away, and just abandoning you, so you'll be homeless". This, after lying to me the other day that he wasn't going to do so.
Bottom line: This man's son's hopes and dreams mean nothing to him. He didn't even give me the allotted time agreed on, to work on Aflac, before launching an unprovoked vicious attack on me.
After I had the seizure, and they almost called the EMS, I said to him "You fucking scumbag, how would you feel if I died of a heart attack". His reply was "Devestated". The man knows how nervous I am about the accounts, and that I have a history of seizures.
After what he did today:
Bottom line: If I cant be free of him, I don't care what happens. If one of my seizures kills me, come what may. If he dies of a heart attack, and I'm homeless, so be it.
I wouldn't be so angry, if I didn't work so hard to rebuild my life, and do everything he asked, including the "Speech therapist, and the gym"
Supposedly, Keith said the letter I got can be made to go away. It doesn't matter, because if one of the mega accounts I'm working on, or an account Aflac approves of doesn't sign, I will have no accounts anyway, and will have to drop out anyway.
I'm going to have one more session with my speech lady, and try cold calling at the office this week.
If there was a God above.. I would get my own mega account, pay this sick fuck every last penny he laid out for me, and tell him to go fuck off for the rest of his life. There is no poetic justice though, its more likely I will be forced to leave Aflac, or die myself first.
I'm not going to hold my breath about the law firm, the other big accounts, or my situation at Aflac.
"God doesn't help those who help themselves". He helps evil sick fucks. If God did, help those who help themselves, he would have gotten me a big account, so I could have been free of my father, or he would have made my mom live.
The situation is very grim. After being buoyant and hopeful for the future, I now seriously don't know everything. If I cant wish him to die, then what would be the next best thing, is if I could get a big account on my own, pay him back every last penny, and tell him to go fuck off forever. I'm past living in Fantasy land that any of that is going to happen, or that this sick fuck is ever going to be punished for his evil,. Those days ended the night I was told my mom had a terminal brain tumor.
I'm going to keep working at Aflac, but, it makes no sense to hope or pray., It will take a long time before I can afford this apartment myself. My more true feeling is, my end is near, and on the day I die, it will be my father's happiest day of his life.
That';s all. Nothing matters anymore., It's his America. I would know there is poetic justice, if I could either get a big account to earn me enough money to pay him off, and cut him off forever, or, if he got severe retribution for his evil act tonight.
Even though he knows that I was devastated by the termination letter I received, and that the clock is ticking, my father launched the most vicious unprovoked attack, for no reason, on me, and relatives I loved who are all dead.
He went off again, about "How he could have thrown my mom in the street, and nothing would have happened to him". He also said that "My grandmother was the worst woman he ever knew". He went off about the condition of my apartment in Lancaster.
Instead of saying "Mitch, when you run out of money, or if Aflac fires you, you need to get a regular paycheck". He told me that he wants me on "Disabaility", because, his nephew who has Asperger's is on it.
Even though I go to the gym, the speech therapist, and have rebuilt my life, he went off about my social life, and my lack of friends, etc. He told me that "I obsess over Aflac".
Bottom line: I've already admitted, he sent me an angry letter last year that I deserved, and I immediately got to work. He has lied to me that I have until the end of the year to see what happens with Aflac, and that we would then re evaluate it. He even said "I can do anything I want, I can force you to move back to Lancaster if I want to. I'm thinking about moving away, and just abandoning you, so you'll be homeless". This, after lying to me the other day that he wasn't going to do so.
Bottom line: This man's son's hopes and dreams mean nothing to him. He didn't even give me the allotted time agreed on, to work on Aflac, before launching an unprovoked vicious attack on me.
After I had the seizure, and they almost called the EMS, I said to him "You fucking scumbag, how would you feel if I died of a heart attack". His reply was "Devestated". The man knows how nervous I am about the accounts, and that I have a history of seizures.
After what he did today:
Bottom line: If I cant be free of him, I don't care what happens. If one of my seizures kills me, come what may. If he dies of a heart attack, and I'm homeless, so be it.
I wouldn't be so angry, if I didn't work so hard to rebuild my life, and do everything he asked, including the "Speech therapist, and the gym"
Supposedly, Keith said the letter I got can be made to go away. It doesn't matter, because if one of the mega accounts I'm working on, or an account Aflac approves of doesn't sign, I will have no accounts anyway, and will have to drop out anyway.
I'm going to have one more session with my speech lady, and try cold calling at the office this week.
If there was a God above.. I would get my own mega account, pay this sick fuck every last penny he laid out for me, and tell him to go fuck off for the rest of his life. There is no poetic justice though, its more likely I will be forced to leave Aflac, or die myself first.
I'm not going to hold my breath about the law firm, the other big accounts, or my situation at Aflac.
"God doesn't help those who help themselves". He helps evil sick fucks. If God did, help those who help themselves, he would have gotten me a big account, so I could have been free of my father, or he would have made my mom live.
The situation is very grim. After being buoyant and hopeful for the future, I now seriously don't know everything. If I cant wish him to die, then what would be the next best thing, is if I could get a big account on my own, pay him back every last penny, and tell him to go fuck off forever. I'm past living in Fantasy land that any of that is going to happen, or that this sick fuck is ever going to be punished for his evil,. Those days ended the night I was told my mom had a terminal brain tumor.
I'm going to keep working at Aflac, but, it makes no sense to hope or pray., It will take a long time before I can afford this apartment myself. My more true feeling is, my end is near, and on the day I die, it will be my father's happiest day of his life.
That';s all. Nothing matters anymore., It's his America. I would know there is poetic justice, if I could either get a big account to earn me enough money to pay him off, and cut him off forever, or, if he got severe retribution for his evil act tonight.
