2004-12-15 14:41:45 ET|
My parents, who I rarely see because of class and work, drove an hour to pack up my sister's stuff and move her into an apartment not too far away today. I talked to them Saturday and told them I would be home. They have my phone number. They know where I fucking live. But they can't call or stop by or acknowlege me at all?
I called my dad to see if they were in town at 7P and he said "Oh, uh, we're in Montrose. We're almost home. I didn't even think to call you while we were there." I reminded him we talked on the phone Sat and yada yada and that my sister said he had to drop something off to me and said "oh yeah I have some thing you left in my Jeep. I didn't even think to come by."
Thanks Dad. I love you too.
Maybe I just won't think about coming home for Christmas?
Screw you family.