Dad and I are still at odds of a certain sort at the moment. Nothing that bad, but we’ve had a few clashes. I amazingly (I still can’t believe it either!) saved over $4000 dollars and some change working all last winter. I just haven't had many real world or daily expenses. Dad was astounded and shocked that I had the willpower to do such a thing with all the the enticing entrapments like Budweiser and restaurant bars which are usually my downfalls. Dad wants us to put that money into a joint account at the bank. If it smells fishy, then it usually is. I don’t want to go fishing. At least, not for today.
“It is going to be my electronics and computer slush fund,” I assertively told my father and he finally peaceably left.
We no longer have those screaming matches like we did over a year ago which has worked wonders for my anxiety. My therapist has really helped us on those regards. Dad will actually tell me these days that I totally surprised him with my transformation and that he is proud to be my father. What more could a loving son ask for? Now, if we can actually just keep those damn psychosis away. It’s is gong to be interesting to read my new diagnosis.
Yes! It’s Helen Friday…
I was just sitting over at mom and dad’s eating dinner. I was kind of pushing my fork and food around on the plate looking bored. We had baked ham again. My father has certain meals he fixates on. The baked ham meal is the meal I enjoy the least. I never, ever developed a taste for it.
“It is what Helen is best at cooking, You can confuse her with to many curveballs” my father said tonight in defense of himself and Helen. Helen did have her awesome biscuits at dinner. Dad keeps insisting for Helen to keep cooking cornbread when biscuits are Helen’s forte.
2 comments:
Its your money, you earned it, you do what you want with it! Not what your dad wants..
ITA with glittermom - you're an adult who saved up for the rainy day (which is now) and you're entitled to handle it as you see fit.
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