Wednesday, December 08, 2004
I am spending this week in a constant state of "miserable" because The Father keeps trying to find an excuse to cut me off. It irritates me. If he didn't want to take out loans for me to get through college, he should have not taken them out. Now he and Terri are banding together to find some excuse to cut me off, because they have apparently discovered that raising a million kids in her house is not economically viable. The Father's old house hasn't sold yet, and he meanwhile must provide for its upkeep.
He tells me that because I do not want to spend Christmas break living in The House of Usher, I must not want to be a part of the family and must therefore be prepared to "accept the consequences", which I take to mean he will stop financing my college. There really aren't any other consequences I can conceive of, seeing as how he never does anything else for me. As of right now, both my bank accounts contain less than fifty dollars. I am being very conservative with my meal plan. If I asked The Father for an emergency loan, he would just tell me to "accept the consequences". But I am the jerk because I do not want to live in his house and commute to the University of Houston, without a car.
Fine. If he gets his way, I'll drop out of school and find a job and find a place to live. That won't be stressful or scary. And of course, I'll still call The Father every night to tell him how many cockroaches scampered across the floor that morning, and every Thanksgiving and Christmas I shall return to The House of Usher with a bright smile on my face, gifts for everyone, and warmth in my heart.
Ho, ho, ho.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:17 AM]