Yesterday I was going to post that I’m feeling rather “insulated” and feeling a little too “insulated”.
But I didn’t. Why? Because I figure that I’m lucky that I’m keeping my immune system on the stronger side and I’m feeling happy.
Tonight my “father” comes around. Now we are on talking terms as he gave me some money for my birthday and we have sort of being “speaking” terms.
Today I got dressed up to go to work because I’ve been wearing the same pants and just different tops. So being that I was meeting Fi after work today I decided to wear my outfit I brought from the op shop. This was a just below the knee checked red skirt, black stockings and my beloved boots. I had my purple top on and my nice brown jacket over the top. I felt nice. I got complemented on my skirt and my jacket so I was feeling nice.
Then tonight I was standing up ironing a skirt for tomorrow and my father looks at me then pipes up – “Do you do any sport any more?”
I shake my head “Nah – all I do at the moment is work and sleep I’m usually in bed at 6 or 7 o’clock and asleep by 8, because I had Glandular Fever I can’t do anything. I get to tired.”
“Do you diet?”
“ Oh No, no”
“You should”
“What??!!”
“You’re carrying around a fair bit of weight there”
“What the F*#K YOU! Screw YOU!” I was shocked that he would say that!
“F*#K! –“ I go on – shocked but angry that he would even say that! “Gee - I’m glad that I’m not superficial and materialistic! Take a look at yourself before you start to prod your stick at anyone else! GOD! Look at yourself!”
Then He didn’t stop!! My brother was just as shocked as I was! And he starts saying –“You can’t say that!” looking bewildered at the father (arr the modern man) just as the moron father continues with “you don’t look fit, you need to loose weight – you look like you need to”
OH MY GOD!! He didn’t know when to stop!
I just shake my head. Hear I am – previously feeling frumpy but keeping it to myself because that sort of thing is just something I try not to think about because of – well a lot of things but he then comes in and SAYS THAT!!!!! OMG!
I was feeling a little down because I hadn’t been feeling “nice” as such so I dress up, feel good, have a good day and this is what the moron says!!!
No complements. Just that! OMG!
Now I’m feeling – annoyed. (He came out to say goodbye – I think Brother worded him up that you never say that to any woman. So he says, “see ya later I’m going now,” I say “Yeah maybe next time I would have lost 50 kilos!”
“I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just that you use to ride your bike a lot”
“Yes you did mean it like that” I say unimpressed at his attempt to save himself.)
I told him why I don’t do anything, How I have no energy – and he still comes out with that! I shake my head. I mean this is from a man who said he married my mum because she would cook, clean and Iron. The typical stereotype woman. A step ford wife you might say.
He thinks and want’s woman to look like a model type body, should cook, clean, iron not speak up and state their opinion. He’s trapped in old school!It's no wonder the marriage to my mum didn't work out - He's a moron!
I told him – I hate cooking, cleaning and ironing – men should do it all themselves!
I can be loud, I state my opinion and I will fight for justice.
I am considered to be some sort of feminist – but really I’m not.
I will listen to others, will not judge or form my opinion of anyone because of what others might say. I will mow the grass my brother will vacuum the house.
Women are not just meant to be pretty looking incubators! Not meant to keep the peace in families and fluff up their hair!
Raaarrr!
I’m angry! How could I be related to this stereotypical, pomps man!
OMG!
He got married so he could have a slave! OMG!
I’M SO ANGRY!!!
He didn’t say that I looked nice – he didn’t say how do you feel – Just go loose some weight because I look like I need to! Start a diet - !!!
Well I say F**K YOU AND F**K YOUR DIET!
It obvious that he has missed out on MANY YEARS of my life.
My brother would ask occasionally “Do you drink a lot of Beer?”
To I would reply “Yeah, sometimes” he would then not say anything and just look at me. GOD! I don’t care for their opinions – I really don’t, It’s more that I think they are dicks for saying that and proves my opinion of them when they say that.
I mean my brother is pretty good like that – over the years he knows that you just can’t say that so he really doesn’t.
My father on the other hand is a toss and this just proves it.
F**K he couldn’t even say I looked nice.
For someone who doesn’t care for his opinion I sure can write about it.
Just saying that, I think I’ve dug to far into the underlying reason to why I’m angry.
He couldn’t even say I look nice. It puts a lump in my throat and a frown on my face.
I think to myself, I’ve had no complaints from Jack, Top Hat, Eve, Gareth,George, the married man and the other guy who gave me his number yesterday.
I just feel – sad and upset that – I felt nice today/tonight, I’ve got a new out fit on and I’m feeling happy again (not so tired) and I don’t get anything but
“You look like you could loose some weight”
Don’t I look nice???
My brother told my mum. He said that he felt really nervous when he was saying all this.
I see what that toss of a "father" does to him and I'm annoyed that I retaliated in the way I did. I let it show that I was mad.
Mum kicked into safety mode and she called me.
I love my mum. She’s really fantastic. She’s on loudspeaker at the moment talking to me while I’m sitting in my bed typing.
I really love my mum. Thank God for my Mum.
One hour and ten minutes later – I’m back feeling happy again.
Mum and I had a good laugh at work and just spoke about what happened – I’m glad I’ve got her – she knows what he’s like and we both see exactly what he is.
So now I’ve had a good laugh, I'm tired and I’m off to bed.
Goodnight :))