FLORIDA 2
Saturday, 10. October 2009, 19:32:29
So far, I have posted about just some of my adventures here in Florida. There are still many things that I have not posted about.
As you all know from reading my posts, I recently made a return trip to Michigan, the first of September.
Though the bus trip up went a little smoother than the one coming down, I still had problems with the seating situation.
Once up in Michigan, all hell broke loose.
First, I found out that Uncle Bill wasn't as sick as he was saying he was in order for me to come up there sooner than I wanted to. Because of leaving so close to getting my ticket up there, it cost me half of my SSI check to get the ticket. I got a little bit of a discount, because I bought it on line, but it still cost me way more than I actually wanted to pay for it. Also with doing this, it meant that I had very little to last the whole month in Michigan.
During the week I was at Uncle Bill's, he started pulling his old bullshit again. If he was as sick as he kept claiming he was, he would have never went to trying that shit. I won't go into details, but those that keep up with my posts, know what I am referring to.
When I first came down to Florida, I wound up having to leave almost $100 worth of snacks at Uncle Bill's apartment. When I got back to Saginaw in September, I found that he had eaten every bit of the snacks that I had left there. What an asshole. That was the first thing that pissed me off when I got there. The next was what he kept pulling.
So, needless to say, I didn't spend too much time there with him. After only about a week there, I had to have my father pick me up and take me to his place, where I stayed the remainder of my time in Michigan.
At my father's place, as usual, he was an asshole. He has this very bad habit of calling me "wide bottom" after the Pontiac car. Excuse me, but father or not, there is no call for calling your daughter names, no matter what the reason is.
Not only that, he did nothing but put me down in every way he could think of. Insults more than put downs. Things that he thought were funny, but to me were not funny at all. Every time Jaxs would call me, he could hear the way my father talked to me.
My father would try to talk to Jaxs on the phone, trying to be nice and all that, then turn around and call me names, like dummy or wide bottom or things like that. He does this all the time. It don't matter who it is that calls there for me, he is the same with everyone.
When Jaxs got to my dads, he did his best not to blow up at my dad. He also made it clear, without saying anything, that he didn't like what my dad called me or how he talked to me.
Its pretty bad when even your father talks to you the way strangers would talk to you. And my family wonders why I stayed as far away as possible from them.
THIS POST IS THE REASON WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As you all know from reading my posts, I recently made a return trip to Michigan, the first of September.
Though the bus trip up went a little smoother than the one coming down, I still had problems with the seating situation.
Once up in Michigan, all hell broke loose.
First, I found out that Uncle Bill wasn't as sick as he was saying he was in order for me to come up there sooner than I wanted to. Because of leaving so close to getting my ticket up there, it cost me half of my SSI check to get the ticket. I got a little bit of a discount, because I bought it on line, but it still cost me way more than I actually wanted to pay for it. Also with doing this, it meant that I had very little to last the whole month in Michigan.
During the week I was at Uncle Bill's, he started pulling his old bullshit again. If he was as sick as he kept claiming he was, he would have never went to trying that shit. I won't go into details, but those that keep up with my posts, know what I am referring to.
When I first came down to Florida, I wound up having to leave almost $100 worth of snacks at Uncle Bill's apartment. When I got back to Saginaw in September, I found that he had eaten every bit of the snacks that I had left there. What an asshole. That was the first thing that pissed me off when I got there. The next was what he kept pulling.
So, needless to say, I didn't spend too much time there with him. After only about a week there, I had to have my father pick me up and take me to his place, where I stayed the remainder of my time in Michigan.
At my father's place, as usual, he was an asshole. He has this very bad habit of calling me "wide bottom" after the Pontiac car. Excuse me, but father or not, there is no call for calling your daughter names, no matter what the reason is.
Not only that, he did nothing but put me down in every way he could think of. Insults more than put downs. Things that he thought were funny, but to me were not funny at all. Every time Jaxs would call me, he could hear the way my father talked to me.
My father would try to talk to Jaxs on the phone, trying to be nice and all that, then turn around and call me names, like dummy or wide bottom or things like that. He does this all the time. It don't matter who it is that calls there for me, he is the same with everyone.
When Jaxs got to my dads, he did his best not to blow up at my dad. He also made it clear, without saying anything, that he didn't like what my dad called me or how he talked to me.
Its pretty bad when even your father talks to you the way strangers would talk to you. And my family wonders why I stayed as far away as possible from them.
THIS POST IS THE REASON WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WIDGETIZE
Dacotah # 11. October 2009, 05:23
Kimberly # 11. October 2009, 14:43
Jaxs # 11. October 2009, 15:12
And 92 years old or not I will educate that pervert should his hands ever cross the line. If he is healthy enough to do that then he is healthy enough to get his ass whooped!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dacotah # 11. October 2009, 15:17
Tamil # 11. October 2009, 16:04
Originally posted by SqueakeyCat:
Kimberly # 11. October 2009, 16:28
can you imagine how I feel when he does that, especially when I am already self-conscious about that fact and hate it?
believe me, I have gone through similar things all while growing up from everyone in the family. read some archives....
Tamil # 11. October 2009, 16:33
Kimberly # 11. October 2009, 17:42
i been treated like that all my life.
also been told that i would never amount to anything, and that no matter what i started, i would never finish.
both of those comments seem to have cursed me, for i have NOT been able to finish anything that i started, especially when it came to learning new things to be able to get a job for myself.
Tamil # 11. October 2009, 17:51
Jaxs # 11. October 2009, 18:23
You are far above the ugly of your past. People who do that have not the courage to be successful at anything in their lives. It was their goal to degrade you so that they could feel better about themselves. I so wanna turn loose on that bunch of spineless asshole's....
Yes we are going to build a business. You are going to love it. I will be more than happy to help you
Kimberly # 11. October 2009, 18:53
@ Jaxs: yeah, i know
Tamil # 11. October 2009, 23:28
Kimberly # 12. October 2009, 16:15
Suntana # 14. October 2009, 21:57
And your father's behavior is low, despicable and reprehensible. His behavior sounds like that right out of the typical people you see on the TV Show COPs.
I hate to think how I would have turned out if MY Dad would have insulted me and put me down my entire life like that.
Kimberly # 17. October 2009, 01:26
Suntana # 17. October 2009, 14:38
Kimberly # 17. October 2009, 20:00
little did they know what he did on the side...