And stupid. I was so looking forward to this weekend home, so much so that I was even willing to convince myself that things were going to be different. But after two days of listening to my dad explain to me how my generation has f-ed up the world, I'm ready to get out of here.
See...I'm used to disagreeing with my dad on a lot of things- mainly politics and religion, and despite trying my best to avoid these points of conversation, it doesn't seem possible. This is never going to end. I can't stand being in this house- there's so much negativity just swirling and it's incredibly stressful to be here. He is so hateful and I don't know what to do about it other than avoid him altogether.
A line was crossed when I went out ot my car. My rosary which usually hangs on the rear-view window was missing. I found it on the passenger side floor. I put it back. He saw it and told me to take it off. At this point in the weekend, I'm not willing to fight it anymore, but this was a line that he shouldn't have crossed. Honestly, if he wants to fight this war, bring it.
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