I've been selling Hale vitamins for quite awhile now. When I started, I needed a group of people to start with so I went to my mom's address book and picked out anyone who I knew or sounded familiar. I asked the same thing of my dad- to just let me talk to some people he knew. He said he wanted to talk to them first, which is totally fine if you do it right. I wasn't asking him to sell for me, just to ask if anyone would mind speaking to me. Of course he does exactly the opposite, telling people how stupid vitamins are. So instead of getting me some business, he's actually taking away business that I could have had if he just kept his goddamn trap shut. And the best part is that he doesn't even realize it. In his own fantasy world, he thinks he's helping. He's mad that I'm not thanking him.
At least I can accept that he's an ignorant dumbass and be thankful that I live so far away for most of the year. Ava, on the other hand, doesn't do so well. There are rarely ever times when there isn't some kind of fight or tension between them. He expects too much from her, she flips out, he flips out, she does something crazy, he tries to punish her, she refuses to be punished, everyone goes crazy. Last week she didn't want to stay for my dad's office party so she rode to her friend's house and then the Getty Center even after she was told she couldn't. And because she did that all her priviledges are taken away. This means that the rest of the family has to take on the burden of making sure she doesn't do anything fun, or else he'll be mad at us as well. And trust me, he has enough reason to be mad at us already. Honestly though, I really don't give a fuck if she's on the computer. And when she is, he yells at me as if I'm doing something wrong.
More about Ava. A couple days ago, my mom was folding laundry in her room. She asked Ava to help her for just five minutes. Of course, Ava says no. My mom asks her again, politely, but Ava still declines. Ava asks what's in it for her- why should she do laundry? They get in a fight, mom chases Ava into her room and as Ava stands in between the door and her full-length sliding closet door (which is basically a really big mirror), my mom pushes the door in. Ava falls back into the mirror door, and the entire thing cracks. No one was hurt but it was pretty intense seeing the whole mirror shattered. At least I took some cool pictures.
There's much more on just my dad and me, but it's too infuriating to write about. Let's just say he's an asshole.
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i'm not ashamed. look how good those shots are...
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