So let me tell you about my Thanksgiving. I slept until about 11am, I roll out of bed and head downstairs. Looking into the kitchen, the object on the counter makes me freeze in my tracks.  It wasn't surprising, or disappointing ...it just pissed me off. Know what it was, it was a beer can. My jerk off father had the balls to drink, and a lot, on Thanksgiving.

Good job dad, just screw up the holidays every damn year.

So I run upstairs get dressed, call my grandma and call her to come get me. I took Duncan with me but it turns out her Thanksgiving was ass too. She had invited other family members to come eat, had everything all set out, and yanno what, they blew her off. Oh but here's the fun part, it was my dad's parents, doesn't that just say something wonderful?

So I help her clean up and try to make her feel better. Well then I decide to go see some friends down town, she didn't like that idea. My dad calls and makes her cry, because at this point he's just wasted as hell. So I hug her, tell her I love her, and walk down town.

But by the time I get there my friend is gone so I sit alone at the corner of family video. I eventually went home.

My dads stupid dinner never got finished. I went to sleep early. All night he just yelled at my mom and kept us both awake.

Fuck you daddy, you'll rot in hell for this.

So my mom and I went to the coffee shop today with my aunt, it was very pleasant and I enjoyed it very much.

We started moving the rest of my stuff downstairs today.

So my dad decided to act like nothing happened and help.

I turn to him and say "Last night is NOT to happen again since I'm down here, I will not tolerate your screaming when I'm trying to sleep anymore."

Then a little while later I told him to call my Grandma and apologize, of course he said "I will." And I can tell he's ashamed, and he should be.

I'm not done though, oh no. I want him to feel as much guilt as he can, I want him to drown in it.

Fucking bastard.