Well, it happened. I broke and yelled at my dad. Last day too. Damn it. Whatever. He deserved it.
We were talking about the lawsuit and he kept saying shit. I finally just played the audio for him.
He said, “Well, why did you allow that to happen?”
Say what now, motherfucker? I allowed what to happen? Excuse me?
Did you hear the word no!? I said it at least 50 times in two fucking minutes. Did you hear me say stop? Did you realize I couldn’t disengage?
Did you bother reading the book I sent you? The trauma information and the case law?
Then I told him LawyerBoy had just spoken to a guy at the DA’s office last week who was dumbfounded by the fact they didn’t prosecute.
My dad said, “Well, prosecutorial discretion.”
Then he told me to stop talking about it, and I was like, no, this has been a point of contention for the last two fucking years.
Then he was like, “Well, you ran him out of town and ruined his life, so why don’t you just let it go?”
I told him he fucking belongs in prison. He said a jury would never buy it. And he ruined his own fucking life.
my conceded to him ruining his own life.
It’s about this point that me and LawyerBoy started texting. I had asked him to be here, but he fell asleep. Please see text for what I said to him.
We finally left to go to the movie with LawyerBoy. We were 30 minutes early. As we were going to the car, my dad said, “Are you mad?” and I just said, “Well, I’m not fucking happy.”
LawyerBoy sat between us at the movie. Then we went to dinner. LawyerBoy regaled him with tales from the law firm, which my dad enjoyed. Then I excused myself to the ladies’ room.
LawyerBoy and I had chatted beforehand. I was going to go to the bathroom, and he was going to calmly try to make my dad feel bad.
I came back and we finished dinner. My dad left for the restroom, and I asked LawyerBoy if he made him feel bad.
He said they didn’t talk about it.
I was like, what the fuck, bro?!?
LawyerBoy has an annoying habit of being calm, cool, and collected and fucking making sense in a way that I can’t disagree with, but that pisses me off because I can’t disagree with it.
He said:
“I can’t make him feel bad because he is never going to feel bad. He is too conservative. He is always going to blame you. I can’t change it. But, is he paying your rent?”
I said, “Yes.”
He said, “Then why bother with him? You’re never going to change his mind, so just get your rent money and know that he is wrong and there is nothing you can do about it. He is absolutely wrong. But it doesn’t matter what he thinks. You know what’s right, and I do too, and my parents would be on your side. He is just from the East Coast. You can’t change it.”
My dad came back. LawyerBoy drove me home, and I hugged my dad in the parking lot and said goodbye.
The fucked thing is that is actually probably the last time I’m ever going to see him.
His health is getting worse, and he probably won’t come out next year or the year after.
That was that.
I’m just not going to think about it anymore.
I’m going to help the bodybuilder write his space pegging S&M pirate goddess space lobster battle book. I used AI to make a video. Volume up.
My dad will be so proud of this.
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