I know that sounds like a 70's song but the other night Dad was having "relations" with his imaginary girlfriend when I came out of my room to see why he was wandering the house. I asked "what are ya doing?" he said "that's none of your business, Coleen this is my daughter Lori."
No one there... I ask again... what are you doing
Taking Coleen home (he was standing at the very locked front door trying to unlock it)
Where is Coleen?
Right there sitting on the edge of the sofa
I walk over and sit where he pointed "you mean here?"
you sat on her lap!!!
Dad I think you need to go to bed. (it was 230 am)
He got VERY upset was adamant she needed to get home now.. she was embarrassed that I had caught them doing "it"
I ended up 20 minutes later getting clothes on and taking "Coleen" home. actually I drove around the block.
he spent the next 48 hours absolutely manic... wanted to balance his checkbook and wash the dog and call the bank. Press his sweatpants for church. He did not sleep and neither did I. He took my injectable medication without me knowing it and that got an emergency call to his doctor who assured me it would be ok just watch him... ok that's obvious. When I told him he cant give himself meds anymore he blew up at me and I said I don't want to go to prison because he took the wrong meds, he said "maybe that would be the best thing for you, prison" I lost it... I told him to kiss my ass and went to my room and locked the door, he then proceeded to try and take my knob off my door so he could complain some more about everything under the sun. I want a vacation, a long beautiful vacation. I want my bro and sis to help out ... they told dad they don't do anything because I'm the one who lives here so its my duty to do it all. I don't get it, even prisoners get time outside on their own right?
I'm whiny and grumpy and I want to run away
thanks for the ear,
question is should I have played along? haha... yeah I made y'all read all that for the tiny question at the end. xoxoxox