Job...as in a book of the Bible

I am MAD. ANGRY. OUTRAGED. P.O.ed. Whatever word you wanna use...I feel like THAT.

He left.
He left his wife.
He left his kids.
He left his FAMILY.
And he's the happiest he's been in a long time?
THANKS.

You know, this whole situation really reminds me a lot of Job, from the Bible. Especially my mom. She's had her mom pretty much taken away from her. Her husband left. Her health has pretty much kicked the bucket too. Any ONE of those things would be a lot to handle. But all of them? AT ONCE??? She's doing a pretty darn good job for having to deal with all of this. No one better judge her for anything. Or I will bite your head off.

And he wants to MOVE BACK IN??? Oh no. I won't go back to something that isn't real.

I am in that mood. That mood where I just wanna SCREAM at him. And I don't care if he screams back. You know, I WANT him to. Cause I am at my best when someone's yelling back in my face. Boy would I be able to whoop his butt good...I have so much, SO much I could use against him, and I wouldn't hesitate to. I'm in THAT mood.

I love him. I really really do. He's still my dad. I will always love him. But him being my dad doesn't mean I won't ever get mad at him, won't ever wanna scream at him.

...you know what's sad? It would not make ONE difference. If he's seen my mom sobbing because of this, seeing me crying and yelling is not gonna change one STINKIN' thing.

"And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm LYING!!!"