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job, son.” I don’t need two hands to count how many times I’ve heard that phrase over the years. In fact, I don’t even need one. I was always yelled at for not doing my best, for getting a 92% in class when I could have gotten a hundred.
And that was just with academics.
When I got into high school, my dad only got worse. Especially after he and my mom divorced. He thought of himself as the ultimate player and couldn’t believe I was committing myself to one girl. I hated to visit him on the weekends, knowing full well that he was going to talk shit about Shelly , and encourage me to screw around on the side, to try to find someone better—his words, not mine. There wasn’t anyone better. But I never had the balls to tell him that.
If only my seventeen -year-old ass could have known what I know now: Shelly would be married to a great guy and have the cutest little boy I’ve ever seen, whereas, I’m sitting at home at nine o’clock on a Saturday night all by my lonesome. If my teenage ass could see into the future, maybe I would’ve told my dad to fuck himself, and stop badgering me with the worst advice any father could give a son.
Seriously.
What man tells his son to cheat on his girlfriend?
But then again…what kind of man listens when his father tells him to cheat on his girlfriend?
In my mind, I raise my hand. This one. This. Fucking. Dumbass. Right. Here.
“Hey, Chase. Get up.”
I awake to my dad slapping me on the head. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. The TV is still on and an infomercial about acne medication fills the screen. I try ignoring him and the advertisement, but it doesn’t work.
“Come on, lazyass. I said, get up.”
With a loud deep sigh, I push myself up to a seated position and glare at my father. “What?”
“I saw your girl tonight.” He wears a sly grin that scares me.
To wake myself up, I rub the sleep from my eyes and scrub my hands over my face. “What are you talking about?”
“You know, that girl from the other night? Gorgeous legs in cowboy boots. Bright smile. Hot as hell. But you were too much of a fucking pansy to do anything about it.”
It finally registers who m he is referring to and my blood starts to boil. “You didn’t talk to her, did you?” The thought of my dad coming on to Tiffany makes me so angry, that I can feel my ears heat up and my heart pound in my chest.
He smiles wickedly, prolonging my agony. “I sure did. I know how to talk to a woman. She sure is a sweet thing.” He juts his brows up and down and I’m about to lose it. It takes every ounce of self-control to keep myself from punching my dad in the face.
I try calming myself. There is only one thing he loves more than women, and that’s pissing me off. If he knows he’s getting me riled, he’ll keep prodding me until I can’t take it anymore and leave. And then he’ll kindly remind me of how I’m such a wimp because I let him get to me.
Forcing myself to sit back and relax into the couch, my emotions are under control , so I ask, “So what did you say?”
He leaves me hanging, goes into the kitchen and comes back with a beer , one for each of us. “Not much. She seemed content to talk about work, which bored the shit out of me. Who gives a shit about lesson plans and how Timmy got a good grade on a test?”
I do , I want to tell him. I care.
It makes me smile inside to know Tiffany is still happy about Timmy doing well on his last test. The poor kid is dealing with the loss of his mother and his attendance has turned to shit. We both sat him down, offering our condolences and letting him know that we would do anything we could to support him for as long as he needed.
“That’s it. She just talked about work?” Something tells me there is more to this story.
“Yeah, I guess so. I wasn’t paying all that much attention once she started talking.” He gulps his beer. “Other than her short skirt and a nice pair of tits, I didn’t really
And that was just with academics.
When I got into high school, my dad only got worse. Especially after he and my mom divorced. He thought of himself as the ultimate player and couldn’t believe I was committing myself to one girl. I hated to visit him on the weekends, knowing full well that he was going to talk shit about Shelly , and encourage me to screw around on the side, to try to find someone better—his words, not mine. There wasn’t anyone better. But I never had the balls to tell him that.
If only my seventeen -year-old ass could have known what I know now: Shelly would be married to a great guy and have the cutest little boy I’ve ever seen, whereas, I’m sitting at home at nine o’clock on a Saturday night all by my lonesome. If my teenage ass could see into the future, maybe I would’ve told my dad to fuck himself, and stop badgering me with the worst advice any father could give a son.
Seriously.
What man tells his son to cheat on his girlfriend?
But then again…what kind of man listens when his father tells him to cheat on his girlfriend?
In my mind, I raise my hand. This one. This. Fucking. Dumbass. Right. Here.
“Hey, Chase. Get up.”
I awake to my dad slapping me on the head. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. The TV is still on and an infomercial about acne medication fills the screen. I try ignoring him and the advertisement, but it doesn’t work.
“Come on, lazyass. I said, get up.”
With a loud deep sigh, I push myself up to a seated position and glare at my father. “What?”
“I saw your girl tonight.” He wears a sly grin that scares me.
To wake myself up, I rub the sleep from my eyes and scrub my hands over my face. “What are you talking about?”
“You know, that girl from the other night? Gorgeous legs in cowboy boots. Bright smile. Hot as hell. But you were too much of a fucking pansy to do anything about it.”
It finally registers who m he is referring to and my blood starts to boil. “You didn’t talk to her, did you?” The thought of my dad coming on to Tiffany makes me so angry, that I can feel my ears heat up and my heart pound in my chest.
He smiles wickedly, prolonging my agony. “I sure did. I know how to talk to a woman. She sure is a sweet thing.” He juts his brows up and down and I’m about to lose it. It takes every ounce of self-control to keep myself from punching my dad in the face.
I try calming myself. There is only one thing he loves more than women, and that’s pissing me off. If he knows he’s getting me riled, he’ll keep prodding me until I can’t take it anymore and leave. And then he’ll kindly remind me of how I’m such a wimp because I let him get to me.
Forcing myself to sit back and relax into the couch, my emotions are under control , so I ask, “So what did you say?”
He leaves me hanging, goes into the kitchen and comes back with a beer , one for each of us. “Not much. She seemed content to talk about work, which bored the shit out of me. Who gives a shit about lesson plans and how Timmy got a good grade on a test?”
I do , I want to tell him. I care.
It makes me smile inside to know Tiffany is still happy about Timmy doing well on his last test. The poor kid is dealing with the loss of his mother and his attendance has turned to shit. We both sat him down, offering our condolences and letting him know that we would do anything we could to support him for as long as he needed.
“That’s it. She just talked about work?” Something tells me there is more to this story.
“Yeah, I guess so. I wasn’t paying all that much attention once she started talking.” He gulps his beer. “Other than her short skirt and a nice pair of tits, I didn’t really
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