as the deer

I know what a weird title for this blog post but that is the song running on Pandora right now and for some reason that was all I could think of for the title. Mike's dad has been causing turmoil once more, this morning he just started a fight yelling at mike that the cat was going to attack the baby and a bunch of other bull shit. Saying that the cat needed to be put down and that they are useless. *sigh* it's sad and annoying that he seems to be trying to drive us out. If he didn't want us here he could just say so... but I guess then he would have to face the fact he is being a dick when if he drives us out he can say it was our fault.

Not that I wanted Kenny and Tina to live here, and Alicia had taken their side so she wasn't much of a room mate either. But I can see how Mike's dad drove them out, angered them to the point that they said they were done dealing with his shit and moved out. If we had the money I would be getting us moved out of here right away. But sadly with no income there is no way we could afford a place of our own let alone have a room mate. No one really wants to room with a married couple and their newborn baby. Baby's cry, it's just a baby thing.

*sigh* what's funny is that Mike's dad shows absolutely NO interest in Scott what so ever and yet he's saying all this BS about the cat and the baby. He is just using the baby as another excuse why we should get rid of the cat. And then he yells saying we never asked his permission to bring the cat in. I'm sorry I just assumed when EVERYONE ELSE had a Freaking cat or dog that we could bring in a pet of our own.

And if he wanted to go into what animal would cause the most damage to the baby, then I would tell him that it would be his dog. Not only would the dog try and jump up on Scott thinking to play with the baby and thus scratching, and crushing the baby. But also the dogs piss and shit laying around the house the fumes from that cause baby's asphyxiation. So maybe what he should do is start taking better care of his dog. Who he doesn't even have sleep in the same bed with him half the time anymore.

If you are going to have a pet then you need to take the responsibility for it and take care of it. But from the looks of it he had everyone else raise his kids just like he has everyone else take care of his dog. he's a selfish grumpy mean old man. The thing is he doesn't even realize he's selfish, he seems to think that he is a wonderful guy. I'm sorry bringing in people who need a place to sleep and then letting them use up all your hot water, sit around the house fiddling their thumbs and not even TRYING to get a job while listening to awful music is not being kind. It's just plain dumb. Not to mention treating complete strangers better than your own family is also cruel.

Art gets to stay here rent free, while we still some how have to come up with the money for the cable and internet. If we hadn't paid that bill than we would still have phone service right now! and mike is still planing on giving his dad 200$ when he gets paid his unemployment check. 100$ for this month and 100$ for last month. Neither of which month were we able to pay rent. I think we should just keep it and throw it aside for money we will save up to move out of this awful place. Mike is already depressed enough without his dad yelling at him trying to cause fights.

I think since Kenny and Tina moved out he's turned all his meanness towards us. The both of us try to stay back, trying to not cause problems and yet he has to find and nit pick at every little thing we do. we clean up the house despite the fact neither him nor his couch crasher clean up the place. He yells at us to clean up and doesn't say a word to Art (couch crasher) who does most of the dirtying around the house and just sits around on Mike and I's computer playing around.

He's a lot like my mom in the fact that despite all the bull shit he pulls and the fights he tries to cause, he never apologizes for it because some how in his mind he thinks he is in the right. *sigh* I honestly am considering that when we finally move out that we are not talking to his dad again. Not like his dad really cares anyways, he doesn't seem to really give a shit about mike. He only lets us stay here because 1. we help pay rent. 2. we pay for the cable and internet. 3. we let him use our computer. and 4. because he had no problem letting people stay at his home. He does that for complete strangers and he's kinder to them than to his own family.

if we moved out I doubt we would hear from him, he only called us before because he wanted us to help him play pool. But we just couldn't stand giving up so many of our days just to play pool. so anyways I doubt we will hear from him which is fine, he doesn't really care about his son or his grandson so it doesn't matter. He does care more about his daughters but I couldn't really tell you how much more he cares about them than he does for Mike. He's an ass hole, a terrible father, a terrible room mate. A horrible and irresponsible pet honer let alone man.

*Deep breath and sigh* Okay... I guess I'm feeling a little better about it now. I wanted to make my opinion's known this morning when his dad was doing this shit but it was already angering and depressing him so much that he demanded I drop it. So I did, though begrudgingly. It's not remotely fair that he can bitch about things all he wants and when I want to put my two cents in I need to shut up.

Which reminds me, Mike is still not back... He left around, I think, 2:30 and it's now 7:45, he's been gone almost 5 and a half hours. Makes me a little worried that something happened, a car accident, they got mugged... I don't know. I wish our phones were working so I could call him and see what was up...

If he has died though... and my car is totaled, I am taking what I can pack and I am begging my parents for money for a plane trip home. Because there is no WAY in hell I am living here with that man without Mike here. I'm sure he'd let me stay here while of course being a total dick. but I don't want to put up with his bull shit without Mike around to block most of it...

*sigh* ... God can I please just go home? I don't even mean Washington I just mean can I go to a place that is our own, were we don't have infestations, were we don't have room mates who make living here a nightmare.