There is nothing worse in life then when a parent is less mature than the child. And the sad part is that my dad doesn’t even have the excuse of having been a teen parent. He is just an alcoholic parent. And guess what this alcoholic parent did to his grown-up daughter because she didn’t want to listen to his drunk-ass rants? he turned off my phone.
Seriously! It’s like he forgot every reason why he pays for it in the first place! I live in a city two hours away from anyone I know, I don’t have a roommate or a boyfriend who knows where I am, or knows when to suspect that I have been out to long. And now I have no way of letting anyone know whether I am okay or not.
And then there is the irony of the act its self: He was made that I wouldn’t talk to him, so he shuts down the only way I can talk to ANYONE! This is just so stupid. He is acting like a child, and now I’m just going to go buy my own phone, and block his number and then he really won’t have anything to hold over my head, or anyway to talk to me.