Tuesday, June 19, 2018

None of this will make any sense

Father's Day has come and gone and this motherfucker has decided now is the time to call my cellphone. I buried my father 20 years ago. Til this day he's alive and breathing. I know this because I decided to look up this information myself. Yup, he's still kickin.

Over the past several months, he decided he wanted to speak with me. He called my work phone. I unknowingly answered. Asshole! I felt disgusted when I heard his voice and hung up. I've gotten to a point where I tried to forget he existed and moved on. Now he's gotten ahold of my cellphone. That's fine. I have an answer for that. Block! Go away sir. Please pretend that you have no female offspring, the same way I have pretended I have no father for 20 years. TWENTY YEARS. GO THE FUCK AWAY!!!

I remember several years ago I was dating a nice young gentleman, and he decided it was in his power and right, to tell me how to deal with this man. Little did he know, that played a large part in why we stopped speaking. The gaul of someone who has no dog in the fight, thinking they have the right to tell me how to react. I remember how I felt in that moment.

I didn't feel supported.
I felt judged.
I was so damn annoyed.

Fast forward to the response from my man, my partner in everything when I told him I don't fuck with this man. I didn't give him any details. All I said was, "fuck him!" His response: "FUCK HIM!" YESSSS!!!! Clearly that's my forever boo.

As I said, none of this will make any sense...to you. But when I sober up, I'll look over to my partner, and give him the biggest hug and kiss because he makes me feel so supported. So loved. So understood. So free

To the asshole who donated his sperm, FUCK YOU! STOP CALLING! It's never ever going to happen.

To the man that makes me feel live unapologetically, I love the shit out of you.

This doesn't make any sense.