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I love my family like crazy, although we're a bit nutty I think we are more functional than most familes I've met. I like to blog and often am trying to figure out what site is best, so far I've settled on blogger. I love cats and very very well behaved dogs (but there really aren't that many around are there?) Diagnosed with an eating disorder, but I am trying not to let it define me.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

lose this number

My mom called last night to tell me that my dad called her. He never ever calls. Which is fine by us, he's a bit of an ass hole. Of course he was drunk. He apparently was whining about what a bad father he was. Maybe if he put down the alcohol once in awhile he'd be able to see outside of himself, but maybe not. He is very self centered, to the point that its almost scary. He asked how all us kids were, he had no idea that my brother was married with a child, or that my sister had another son, or that I live in the same town as him.  He acted shocked that he had no idea about our lives, but why would any of us let him in on them? Trying to connect with him is like trying to connect with an inanimate object. In the end though, he really is missing out on so many great things, I cannot imagine not being there for my family, not seeing my sister and brothers families. In the end, yes he has money, but really I wouldn't trade the close relationships I have with my family for a nice wad of cash. 


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