Dad came home bitching about how you HAVE to be born with a talent or you'll never have that talent.
Sure. Totally. Whatever you say.
I told him that's not true, he cited a famous artist. I told him that most of his famous works were actually from mental decline. Totally born with it! YEP
I told him I don't want to talk anymore. He tells me if it was up to me he'd kick me out on the street. "If I had controll of MY WIFE you'd be GONE" well fuck you buddy
I tell him how it is. He's a narcissistic asshole. He's abusive.
"IF I'M GONE YOU'RE GONNA STARVE"
You WERE gone... we didn't starve... fuck you. THAT'S your only argument? Your excuse for being a piece of shit all day? Screaming? MOCKING my anxiety, my migraines, my brothers autism, my mothers seizures? FUCK YOU. Go straight to the pitch fork induced agony and stay there.
P.S: next time you're touching my dogs GENITALS and I tell you to stop, DON'T FUCKING KEEP DOING IT.