Forgive me but I must rant for a moment.
Now I have never hid the fact that me and my father have never gotten along. I think I made it pretty clear when me and my brother left one day and got a restraining order against him and moved in with our grandparents. Well this year (I'm now 21 years old) my grandfather passed and I haven't been right since. We were pressured by the family to drop the restraining order and let him back into our lives which we did with gritting teeth. So once again he is back in our lives and giving commands. Well fast forward to today.
It was my first Saturday at Wendy's. Worked 7-2 and got off dirt tired physically and emotionally. Well after that I am met by my father who proceeded to tell me that ever since he walked into my room the other day (and saw my DIY station and all assortments of mods) that he had been "worrying" about me. (Let me be clear in the fact that he no longer lives with me) I live with my grandmother and younger brother now.
Then it began. He lectured me about all the vasts amounts of chemicals I was putting into my body. Saying how these things are vats of chemicals and that I need to go home and throw it all away. He went on and on about all the people that have supposedly died and how the market is unregulated and it's all poison. Then he told me a story about how one of his college students was using one and he got on to him everyday until he got him to stop. And I did... Nothing. None of my knowledge was I able to use. I just stood there frozen like when I was a kid again....
Forgive me but I needed to rant in the company of my reo friends.
Now I have never hid the fact that me and my father have never gotten along. I think I made it pretty clear when me and my brother left one day and got a restraining order against him and moved in with our grandparents. Well this year (I'm now 21 years old) my grandfather passed and I haven't been right since. We were pressured by the family to drop the restraining order and let him back into our lives which we did with gritting teeth. So once again he is back in our lives and giving commands. Well fast forward to today.
It was my first Saturday at Wendy's. Worked 7-2 and got off dirt tired physically and emotionally. Well after that I am met by my father who proceeded to tell me that ever since he walked into my room the other day (and saw my DIY station and all assortments of mods) that he had been "worrying" about me. (Let me be clear in the fact that he no longer lives with me) I live with my grandmother and younger brother now.
Then it began. He lectured me about all the vasts amounts of chemicals I was putting into my body. Saying how these things are vats of chemicals and that I need to go home and throw it all away. He went on and on about all the people that have supposedly died and how the market is unregulated and it's all poison. Then he told me a story about how one of his college students was using one and he got on to him everyday until he got him to stop. And I did... Nothing. None of my knowledge was I able to use. I just stood there frozen like when I was a kid again....
Forgive me but I needed to rant in the company of my reo friends.