Sunday night, ranting and raving about not getting the prom picture, he tears apart the armoire in her bedroom, pieces flying and doors breaking. He then hits her upside the head and as she turns to protect herself, again on the shoulder.
With his fist.
I find out about it tonight.
And it's not the first time.
She was too scared to say anything before because she didn't want to make it worse.
The grandparents knew of the other times.
And Did. Not. Tell. Me.
I am calm-angry. You know the kind. The wheels are turning, the head spinning, and the need for silence to think is upon me.
Wait til you hear the REAL reason he was upset. Not because of the pictures, but because I ruined his junior prom by not going with him (we dated all through high school off and on) and now I've ruined HER junior prom FOR him because I got pictures with her and he didn't.
Are you fucking kidding me? What are you, twelve? Junior prom was 22 years ago. What does that have to do with anything at all about her prom now? You yelled this at her, and of course, because it was oh I don't know, FOUR YEARS BEFORE SHE WAS BORN, she didn't have a clue what you were talking about.
are a fucknut. A miserable excuse for a human being, and not worthy of being her father.
I'm so pissed off I've got a migraine coming on...
We interrupt this blog for this public service announcement...
I must take care of this... I feel some crazy days coming soon...
hug your kids.