Fuck This.
July 16, 2009 / 1:02 p.m.
God I hate this fucking weekend. My dad is going to get married, yet again, and I'm so apathetic it's amazing. I feel nothing but resentment, actually.
My family is so fucking dysfunctional, it's nauseating.
I can't take it. I feel like screaming or punching a wall. Three decades of disrespect, infuriating miscommunication, willful ignorance to what your son wants and needs from his family, etc. are coming to a head, big time.
How many fucking families can one person adopt and then be asked to dump on the side of the road before they finally give up and say, No more? Ten families? Is that when you finally say, 'I'm not gonna make you do this anymore'?
Or let's put it into a number for step-siblings. Lyle, when you are at 40 siblings come and gone, into the wind, then I'll understand you not being excited anymore over this whole charade. Until then....
I'm not celebrating a wedding this weekend, dad... I'm mourning all the emotional trauma I've had to suffer through needlessly. You wouldn't know the difference anyway, so I'll spare telling you.