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The Trisexual
Well, the past couple of weeks were pretty fucking shitty.
This is going to be LONG, wrong and really uncalled for but I'm putting it out there.
I'll try to type this to make it literate.
I recently quit my job and I was just sitting around doing nothing, there was no point in looking for a new job at the time because I had to go to trial in Municipal court, the odds were defenitly against me but, obviously I came out on top.
I quit my job for a decent reason. A few weeks ago, I believe it was Halloween. I was scheduled to appear at my Probation Officer's office. I had no problem going, I planned on going and for once I was almost excited to go since I knew I was clean and had no issues, that and the fact that she wouldn't schedule me for another appointment for about a month.
Like my usual routine, I worked my normal work-week which is Tues-Fri. I've been going to PA for the weekend since I changed my schedule months ago. I've never worked Mondays unless I had discussed this in person with my boss (also my biological father) and it was considered overtime and was optional. I've been working with him for years and that was my schedule, my hours may have changed, but my days have never unless we both agreed on it.
That week I decided to stay over my friends' house until Monday (Halloween) because my friend Erika, her and my daughter wanted to come with me and we had planned to go to NY after I went to probation. Mind you NY is ~114 miles away from their house. It was a huge deal and again I was extatic, I've NEVER been able to take my daughter anywhere and this was my chance, I wasn't going to give it up for the world.
So we all pack in the car and start making our way to my PO's office. My father calls me no more than 2 minutes into the ride and asks if I could come into work. I told him "No, I had to go to probation and some other things to do" (exactly like that), I said I could either go in really late or not at all, he chose the latter. This was 8 AM.
During the ride, about 9:30-10 AM, Erika asks me to call in to make sure that my PO was there, she had called out the previous week and that was why I had to show up on Halloween. It wasn't a big deal, it's a 15 minute ordeal and it's on the way to my daughter's house, it was alos 10 AM and I could have cared less since I was really excited.
Here's the first FUCKED up part of the beginning of a mostly horrible past 2 weeks. I called my PO, after being known who I was on the phone she said
PO: "Oh, I'm suprised you called"
PO: "blah, blah, your appointment was rescheduled"
ME: "Uhh, you told me to come in last week. TODAY the 31st"
ME: "I have your handwritten and signed reminder"
PO: "You're father called me and rescheduled your appointment, he said you have to work today"
PO: "blah, blah"
ME: "No, I still want to come in today, I told him I'm not working"
PO: "Ok, Bryan, that's fine come in whenever you can today"
Me: "I'll be there before noon, bye"
ME: "WAIT...when did he call you if you don't mind me asking?"
PO: "About 10 minutes ago"
ME: "Thanks, bye"
*click*
I know, it doesn't sound that bad until you look a little closer, I told him at 8 AM that I wasn't going to come in that day, I even gave him a choice. I specifically said "I'll either come in really late or not at all". He told me, "Don't even bother comming in". I called my PO after 9:30 Am, he called her soon after they opened to attempt to reschedule my appointment.
I was upset with him because he was being an asshole on the phone, after we had come to the conclusion that I wasn't going to work at all that day, the END button on my cell phone was pushed everytime he called. There was no changine my mind after that and I wasn't in the mood to talk to him
To add more to the situation, he may be my biological father, but he doesn't have a say in something like this. I was raised by my grandparents since I was 6 months-5 years old, then he acquired weekend visitation rights, after a about 6 months he was back in jail and I didn't see or bother with him for another 6 years. At 13, I still didn't want to bother with him because I felt that he betrayed me. Years later I decided to drop the bullshit and start a father-son relationship. Again, years later I started working for him and have been since this just past Halloween.
I think some of you may blame my PO for being irresponsible, but it was a very honest mistake. She didn't know about that situation nor did I inform her about it or feel the need to. Anyway she knows now and knows to only listen to a select few people or call me if a situation like this returns to confirm the validity of whatever may come about.
The rest of the day and the next few days went fine. I was too upset to talk to him and didn't even bother going to work. I finally called him and told him I would be there to pick up my check, give him what I owed him and that I couldn't work for him anymore. I have no problem with him, I see him a little differently, but after something like that I wasn't going to work for him.
That weekend, I went back up to PA and was planning on staying until Monday, since my friend needed someone to drive her to the Hospital and help with the kids since she was having surgery.
The trip there went fine, the surgery went fine, the ride back was terrible. First we got lost, she lost the directions and was all drugged up because of the surgery. I finally found my way and was heading in the right direction when some real jackass decides to slam on his brakes for no apparent reason at 70 mph. I was in the left lane, had him in front, someone on my right and a center median about 6 foot to my left. I almost completely avoided the accident by riding the center median's 6 foot wide shoulder, but like I said he was a jackass and actually steered slightly to the left. Our mirrors touched (there was some minor scratches). He pulled over and I came out of my car in a fucking rage. If it was just me I would have been more civil about it, but I had 2 babies and a woman who had just come out of surgery in the car. So, my friend calms me down and I go back over to him. The first thing he says is "What the fuck were you thinking?", that was my breaking point. I started yelling at him while explaining how I was avoiding him. He said somethiung else stupid, I collared him by the back of the neck and drug him to the back of my car and squeezed his face into the back window for him to see the kids real clearly. Cops were called, witnesses had pulled over and aided in his arrest. I personally didn't press charges, but the police charged him with something like endagerment of lives, attempt to cause an accident, reckless driving and a few other traffic violations. I also recieved a traffic violation for one of my taillights being out, but I had no problem with that.
It gets worse, we started on our way back, before we made it to the main highway we were travelling to I started smelling brake dust. Ignored it for a few miles untill I noticed smoke pouring out of the passenger rear wheel well. So I pulled over and the car fills up with brake/clutch smelling smoke, I was tired and didn't bother looking at it. I pulled the kids out and called a tow truck and my friend (also the chicks bf) to come pick us up. The tow truck comes and I told him he has to wait since we all couldn't fit and I refused to put the kids in that cab. The tow truck guy got fed up with waiting and leaves. The kid that was picking us up decided he had to go pick up some weed before he picked us up which was why it took him almost an hour and a half to drive 17 miles on an open 65 mph highway. I pulled my car to a "safe" spot so the staties don't impound/tow it and called them to confirm I was picking it up.
The next morning, we wake up eat breakfast, blah blah. And my friend gets ready for work, goes outside and whatdya know, His car doesn't start, he gets a ride to work and me and his chick arrange to send his car to the shop. I told him I wasn't going to work on his car for unmentioned circumstances. He lives in the middle of no where and the closest shop is VERY busy. They still haven't worked on his car since they have cars trailing off their property.
So we were stuck, not too bad, until my phone dies and T-Mobile decides to cut his service almost simultaneously. His neighbors hate all of us and we'd be lucky if they'd open the door for us. There we were no phone or car. So we made the best of it that day.
The next day he walked like 6 miles each way to wal-mart to buy a charger for my phone. While he was out, the cable guys came, I didn't even know, I was playing with the kids and his gf was playing tetris on my PS2. Well, they completely cut out his line. He actually pays for his cable, the lines were mixed up and marked wrong and someone in the 5 apartment house was stealing cable. At that time we had a bunch of DVD's, GTA VC, Tetris and Gran Turismo 3.
No one seemed to want to help us at all, no one would come get me or drive me to my car since I know 4 people up there, AAA or AARP wouldn't pick me up and bring me back to my car, his car wasn't fixed and the prices of taxis out there were rediculous, they wanted more then $200 to drive me to my car, I don't have a job or anything better to do, so I said fuck it and didn't make a huge attempt to get out of there as soon as possible, there was no emergency at the time. I finally got someone who was going to come get me in the next few days. This kids boss was picking him up to go to work everyday and had him walk for 3 hours to get home. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure we cold have found a way out and to to get my car and fix it and shit but we weren't in any kind of rush.
By Sunday we were all really bored, Erika and I decided it was time to pull out the Vodka and Mailbu and make some drinks. My friend had to watch the kids so he didn't drink, he might have had a shot or two. But Erika and I killed the bottles. If you want to continue this part, just skip the next 3 paragraphs.
Before I go on, let me enlighten you a little more. Erika and my friend have been going together for about 4 years, they have 2 kids and a shitty relationship with trust issues. Erika and I have been accused of fucking for years, we've NEVER done anything more than kiss a few months ago and that was defenitly a mistake. I do have feelings for her but I'm not the type of preson to break up a relationship, let alone say anything because of something like that. I told them they should get help and never told either one of them anything about it. I've known Erika for about 5 years and her boyfriend for 8-9 years. In the beginning Erika was just a good friend and her boyfriend being my best friend. Erika and I are really close friends now, we know more about each other than anyone should ever know, I know things her boyfriend doesn't. As the years went on Erika and I became better friends and her boyfriend and I went the opposite way but are (maybe were) still really good friends. He has to almost be careful what he says to me.
Anyway their relationship has gone downhill from the start, it started on bad terms with him pulling her out of an abusive relationship and them just jumping into a relationship and moving in together. They seemed fine for the first year and I was always at their house, so I know.
One night we all went to a barbecue, got smashed. Her boyfriend got into a fight with Erika's stepfather and a couple of her uncles. Erika and I were in the basement playing pool when someone just ran down telling us that there was a fight. So we went upstairs curious to who was fighting. When we found out who was fighting, of course we tried to break it up. It was a REALLY big fight and ended with cops, no one was arrested. Erika, her boyfriend, her mom and I left and went to Erika's mom's house. Erika's mom was really drunk and gave me the keys to her truck, so the three of could go get cigarettes. Erika and her boyfriend started argueing and he started accusing her of starting the previous fight, I stayed out of it since it was the first time I've had ever seen them argue like that. When we finally made it to the gas station he got out, pulled Erika out of the truck by her hair and smacked her. I honestly am usually not the kind of person to fight, but when someone lays their hand on a woman for whatever reason, I bug out. I just started beating the shit out of him. Erika pulled me off him and told me to just let it go and it would be alright. I let them argue, got our cigarettes and we left. Erika asked me to leave them alone and not worry about it. So I did. I told her to never tell me what happened when they were alone and she pleaded with me to never jump in between them, unless it was really out of hand. I watched them fight just about every week for the past 3 years, every week it getting a little worse.
Back to this past sunday, Erika and I were pretty drunk playing Tetris. Her boyfriend was sitting there watching his fish. He came up with the grand idea of going to the store for a blunt wrap then decided he didn't want to go and no one wanted to go alone. It was too cold for us all to go with the kids. Also for like the third time in 2 years I agreed I'd stay around and make sure the kids were fine while they went to the way to the store. And I was around too long, they needed time to themselves. Usually either me and Erika or her boyfriend and I will go since no one really wants to start switching carseats or packing diaper bags for a 15 minute ride and I never want to watch the kids. Well, for some reason he got in a bad mood and didn't want to go anymore. You have to remember, I almost never let them go together because I don't like to chill in their house alone or watch the kids, so it was kind of suprise. So she's sitting next to him, pleading drunkenly to him for him to go to the store with her. Out of no where he calls her a fatass. With her being drunk and emotional she started crying. After crying for a a few minutes and him telling her to shut the fuck up, he just loses it, grabbed her by the hair and pulls her into the bedroom, shuts the door and turns up the stereo.
I already knew they were going to start fighting and it's at the point where I almost can't watch, because they fist fight, I have to turn away or leave the room every few seconds. He's 220, 6'2" now, shes 5'5" maybe 150 because she had her second child 2 months ago. When this kid starts fighting with her he doesn't have a care in the world, he'll do it right in front of his kids. When I'm their I'll bring them into their room and play with them and try to get them to go to sleep or at least close them in their room.
I almost blame myself because I let this go on for too long.
I let them fight, I'm not going into serious detail. I'll just say a couple words in the order it went, words, slapping, punching, pillows then my breaking point was the belt.
I'll finish this tomorrow...
This is going to be LONG, wrong and really uncalled for but I'm putting it out there.
I'll try to type this to make it literate.
I recently quit my job and I was just sitting around doing nothing, there was no point in looking for a new job at the time because I had to go to trial in Municipal court, the odds were defenitly against me but, obviously I came out on top.
I quit my job for a decent reason. A few weeks ago, I believe it was Halloween. I was scheduled to appear at my Probation Officer's office. I had no problem going, I planned on going and for once I was almost excited to go since I knew I was clean and had no issues, that and the fact that she wouldn't schedule me for another appointment for about a month.
Like my usual routine, I worked my normal work-week which is Tues-Fri. I've been going to PA for the weekend since I changed my schedule months ago. I've never worked Mondays unless I had discussed this in person with my boss (also my biological father) and it was considered overtime and was optional. I've been working with him for years and that was my schedule, my hours may have changed, but my days have never unless we both agreed on it.
That week I decided to stay over my friends' house until Monday (Halloween) because my friend Erika, her and my daughter wanted to come with me and we had planned to go to NY after I went to probation. Mind you NY is ~114 miles away from their house. It was a huge deal and again I was extatic, I've NEVER been able to take my daughter anywhere and this was my chance, I wasn't going to give it up for the world.
So we all pack in the car and start making our way to my PO's office. My father calls me no more than 2 minutes into the ride and asks if I could come into work. I told him "No, I had to go to probation and some other things to do" (exactly like that), I said I could either go in really late or not at all, he chose the latter. This was 8 AM.
During the ride, about 9:30-10 AM, Erika asks me to call in to make sure that my PO was there, she had called out the previous week and that was why I had to show up on Halloween. It wasn't a big deal, it's a 15 minute ordeal and it's on the way to my daughter's house, it was alos 10 AM and I could have cared less since I was really excited.
Here's the first FUCKED up part of the beginning of a mostly horrible past 2 weeks. I called my PO, after being known who I was on the phone she said
PO: "Oh, I'm suprised you called"
PO: "blah, blah, your appointment was rescheduled"
ME: "Uhh, you told me to come in last week. TODAY the 31st"
ME: "I have your handwritten and signed reminder"
PO: "You're father called me and rescheduled your appointment, he said you have to work today"
PO: "blah, blah"
ME: "No, I still want to come in today, I told him I'm not working"
PO: "Ok, Bryan, that's fine come in whenever you can today"
Me: "I'll be there before noon, bye"
ME: "WAIT...when did he call you if you don't mind me asking?"
PO: "About 10 minutes ago"
ME: "Thanks, bye"
*click*
I know, it doesn't sound that bad until you look a little closer, I told him at 8 AM that I wasn't going to come in that day, I even gave him a choice. I specifically said "I'll either come in really late or not at all". He told me, "Don't even bother comming in". I called my PO after 9:30 Am, he called her soon after they opened to attempt to reschedule my appointment.
I was upset with him because he was being an asshole on the phone, after we had come to the conclusion that I wasn't going to work at all that day, the END button on my cell phone was pushed everytime he called. There was no changine my mind after that and I wasn't in the mood to talk to him
To add more to the situation, he may be my biological father, but he doesn't have a say in something like this. I was raised by my grandparents since I was 6 months-5 years old, then he acquired weekend visitation rights, after a about 6 months he was back in jail and I didn't see or bother with him for another 6 years. At 13, I still didn't want to bother with him because I felt that he betrayed me. Years later I decided to drop the bullshit and start a father-son relationship. Again, years later I started working for him and have been since this just past Halloween.
I think some of you may blame my PO for being irresponsible, but it was a very honest mistake. She didn't know about that situation nor did I inform her about it or feel the need to. Anyway she knows now and knows to only listen to a select few people or call me if a situation like this returns to confirm the validity of whatever may come about.
The rest of the day and the next few days went fine. I was too upset to talk to him and didn't even bother going to work. I finally called him and told him I would be there to pick up my check, give him what I owed him and that I couldn't work for him anymore. I have no problem with him, I see him a little differently, but after something like that I wasn't going to work for him.
That weekend, I went back up to PA and was planning on staying until Monday, since my friend needed someone to drive her to the Hospital and help with the kids since she was having surgery.
The trip there went fine, the surgery went fine, the ride back was terrible. First we got lost, she lost the directions and was all drugged up because of the surgery. I finally found my way and was heading in the right direction when some real jackass decides to slam on his brakes for no apparent reason at 70 mph. I was in the left lane, had him in front, someone on my right and a center median about 6 foot to my left. I almost completely avoided the accident by riding the center median's 6 foot wide shoulder, but like I said he was a jackass and actually steered slightly to the left. Our mirrors touched (there was some minor scratches). He pulled over and I came out of my car in a fucking rage. If it was just me I would have been more civil about it, but I had 2 babies and a woman who had just come out of surgery in the car. So, my friend calms me down and I go back over to him. The first thing he says is "What the fuck were you thinking?", that was my breaking point. I started yelling at him while explaining how I was avoiding him. He said somethiung else stupid, I collared him by the back of the neck and drug him to the back of my car and squeezed his face into the back window for him to see the kids real clearly. Cops were called, witnesses had pulled over and aided in his arrest. I personally didn't press charges, but the police charged him with something like endagerment of lives, attempt to cause an accident, reckless driving and a few other traffic violations. I also recieved a traffic violation for one of my taillights being out, but I had no problem with that.
It gets worse, we started on our way back, before we made it to the main highway we were travelling to I started smelling brake dust. Ignored it for a few miles untill I noticed smoke pouring out of the passenger rear wheel well. So I pulled over and the car fills up with brake/clutch smelling smoke, I was tired and didn't bother looking at it. I pulled the kids out and called a tow truck and my friend (also the chicks bf) to come pick us up. The tow truck comes and I told him he has to wait since we all couldn't fit and I refused to put the kids in that cab. The tow truck guy got fed up with waiting and leaves. The kid that was picking us up decided he had to go pick up some weed before he picked us up which was why it took him almost an hour and a half to drive 17 miles on an open 65 mph highway. I pulled my car to a "safe" spot so the staties don't impound/tow it and called them to confirm I was picking it up.
The next morning, we wake up eat breakfast, blah blah. And my friend gets ready for work, goes outside and whatdya know, His car doesn't start, he gets a ride to work and me and his chick arrange to send his car to the shop. I told him I wasn't going to work on his car for unmentioned circumstances. He lives in the middle of no where and the closest shop is VERY busy. They still haven't worked on his car since they have cars trailing off their property.
So we were stuck, not too bad, until my phone dies and T-Mobile decides to cut his service almost simultaneously. His neighbors hate all of us and we'd be lucky if they'd open the door for us. There we were no phone or car. So we made the best of it that day.
The next day he walked like 6 miles each way to wal-mart to buy a charger for my phone. While he was out, the cable guys came, I didn't even know, I was playing with the kids and his gf was playing tetris on my PS2. Well, they completely cut out his line. He actually pays for his cable, the lines were mixed up and marked wrong and someone in the 5 apartment house was stealing cable. At that time we had a bunch of DVD's, GTA VC, Tetris and Gran Turismo 3.
No one seemed to want to help us at all, no one would come get me or drive me to my car since I know 4 people up there, AAA or AARP wouldn't pick me up and bring me back to my car, his car wasn't fixed and the prices of taxis out there were rediculous, they wanted more then $200 to drive me to my car, I don't have a job or anything better to do, so I said fuck it and didn't make a huge attempt to get out of there as soon as possible, there was no emergency at the time. I finally got someone who was going to come get me in the next few days. This kids boss was picking him up to go to work everyday and had him walk for 3 hours to get home. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure we cold have found a way out and to to get my car and fix it and shit but we weren't in any kind of rush.
By Sunday we were all really bored, Erika and I decided it was time to pull out the Vodka and Mailbu and make some drinks. My friend had to watch the kids so he didn't drink, he might have had a shot or two. But Erika and I killed the bottles. If you want to continue this part, just skip the next 3 paragraphs.
Before I go on, let me enlighten you a little more. Erika and my friend have been going together for about 4 years, they have 2 kids and a shitty relationship with trust issues. Erika and I have been accused of fucking for years, we've NEVER done anything more than kiss a few months ago and that was defenitly a mistake. I do have feelings for her but I'm not the type of preson to break up a relationship, let alone say anything because of something like that. I told them they should get help and never told either one of them anything about it. I've known Erika for about 5 years and her boyfriend for 8-9 years. In the beginning Erika was just a good friend and her boyfriend being my best friend. Erika and I are really close friends now, we know more about each other than anyone should ever know, I know things her boyfriend doesn't. As the years went on Erika and I became better friends and her boyfriend and I went the opposite way but are (maybe were) still really good friends. He has to almost be careful what he says to me.
Anyway their relationship has gone downhill from the start, it started on bad terms with him pulling her out of an abusive relationship and them just jumping into a relationship and moving in together. They seemed fine for the first year and I was always at their house, so I know.
One night we all went to a barbecue, got smashed. Her boyfriend got into a fight with Erika's stepfather and a couple of her uncles. Erika and I were in the basement playing pool when someone just ran down telling us that there was a fight. So we went upstairs curious to who was fighting. When we found out who was fighting, of course we tried to break it up. It was a REALLY big fight and ended with cops, no one was arrested. Erika, her boyfriend, her mom and I left and went to Erika's mom's house. Erika's mom was really drunk and gave me the keys to her truck, so the three of could go get cigarettes. Erika and her boyfriend started argueing and he started accusing her of starting the previous fight, I stayed out of it since it was the first time I've had ever seen them argue like that. When we finally made it to the gas station he got out, pulled Erika out of the truck by her hair and smacked her. I honestly am usually not the kind of person to fight, but when someone lays their hand on a woman for whatever reason, I bug out. I just started beating the shit out of him. Erika pulled me off him and told me to just let it go and it would be alright. I let them argue, got our cigarettes and we left. Erika asked me to leave them alone and not worry about it. So I did. I told her to never tell me what happened when they were alone and she pleaded with me to never jump in between them, unless it was really out of hand. I watched them fight just about every week for the past 3 years, every week it getting a little worse.
Back to this past sunday, Erika and I were pretty drunk playing Tetris. Her boyfriend was sitting there watching his fish. He came up with the grand idea of going to the store for a blunt wrap then decided he didn't want to go and no one wanted to go alone. It was too cold for us all to go with the kids. Also for like the third time in 2 years I agreed I'd stay around and make sure the kids were fine while they went to the way to the store. And I was around too long, they needed time to themselves. Usually either me and Erika or her boyfriend and I will go since no one really wants to start switching carseats or packing diaper bags for a 15 minute ride and I never want to watch the kids. Well, for some reason he got in a bad mood and didn't want to go anymore. You have to remember, I almost never let them go together because I don't like to chill in their house alone or watch the kids, so it was kind of suprise. So she's sitting next to him, pleading drunkenly to him for him to go to the store with her. Out of no where he calls her a fatass. With her being drunk and emotional she started crying. After crying for a a few minutes and him telling her to shut the fuck up, he just loses it, grabbed her by the hair and pulls her into the bedroom, shuts the door and turns up the stereo.
I already knew they were going to start fighting and it's at the point where I almost can't watch, because they fist fight, I have to turn away or leave the room every few seconds. He's 220, 6'2" now, shes 5'5" maybe 150 because she had her second child 2 months ago. When this kid starts fighting with her he doesn't have a care in the world, he'll do it right in front of his kids. When I'm their I'll bring them into their room and play with them and try to get them to go to sleep or at least close them in their room.
I almost blame myself because I let this go on for too long.
I let them fight, I'm not going into serious detail. I'll just say a couple words in the order it went, words, slapping, punching, pillows then my breaking point was the belt.
I'll finish this tomorrow...
But it is boring to drive 20 minutes to a mall, bar, civilization or a damn walmart. That is why i am moving back to maryland as i speak 
