I just made the same three phone calls: head hunter, puss heads and fat bastard. So far, there is no response. I couldn’t hear the first name of the head hunter and will expect either a phone call and/or email. The puss head didn’t bother asking me if she answererd all my questions and hung up on me too quickly. The fat bastard is normally good about returning calls.
Earlier this morning at around 9:00pm, Paw was being clueless. He (and I) happen to be very quiet and would spook Maw by standing behind her. I no longer torture the old woman in such a mischievous way because of her medical condition. And because I’m a TI and really sensitive about my SPACE and air, I showed Paw the bottom of my left slipper while attending the oven toaster. He kicked the bottom of my slipper in retalaition and grabbed the plate of toast to place on the table behind us.
So there you go folks. Paw may be nice and quiet. But as mentioned in my old blog entry, he is violent just like the rest of my paternal trait. As a result, I ignored him while eating breakfast and washing up and went outdoors to do some yard work in the back yard.
At 10:20am, the old fart wanted us to go to the bank to deposit his loan repayment/birthday gift from me and to return three raincoat ponchos (red, green and blue) to the Home Depot where we bought those over the weekend. I just didn’t feel right about hanging around with abusive and controlling people.
After eleven slong years, this is what men have done to me: take everything I got; entrap me indoors from the “real world” where sinners laugh and saints cry and reward/punish me only because it amuses them. I am trying to recall anything during my childhood and growing years. But nothing important stood out.
Respect has been replaced with resentment. Love has been replaced with disgust. And family unity has been a farce, only to put up/tolerate each other until death knocks at our doors.