theangryseal

Man I’m still finding out crazy lies she told on me.

Talked to my sister the other night and we got on the subject, she said, “You were pretty sadistic to her at times, but she was nuts.” I replied, “Sadistic? I wasn’t always kind to her, but sadistic? That’s a stretch.”

“Well, she told me some crazy stuff, like when you stuck a screwdriver in your ear and hit it with a hammer if she didn’t say exactly what you wanted her to say when you thought she was lying once.”

HOLY SHIT!

I said, “Well, I still have my hearing. If there was any truth to that, wouldn’t I be deaf? Like, at least in one ear?”

When I caught her with the guy she ended up with, she swore she was raped. He’s such a great guy too, and I’d never tell him that because it would crush him. He took care of her as she died from cancer.

Man, oh man. The stories I have with that girl. She lied about anything and everything. According to her, I beat her, raped her, was responsible for every failure in her life.

We were about to close on a loan for a home when she left me and I had to back out. She just sabotaged everything constantly. She took our daughter, left, told me her sister’s husband had guns so I’d better not come over to try to get my daughter. I said in anger, “If your plan is to keep my kid from me, he’ll need those guns to stop me from coming to get her.”

Phone calls from her family started coming in. “How dare you threaten to shoot up a house with your kid in it!?” What!? She said that? That isn’t what happened.

Beat herself up, sent me picture. “This is me without you. I’m literally tearing myself apart.”

Sent the same pictures to friends and family. “He beat me!”

Tried to convince our daughter that she witnessed me choking her out.

Good lord.

Life was good up until I caught her cheating the first time (verified anyway) and everything went nuts after that.

I have my daughter in therapy. For me, this chaos passed pretty quick. For her, it was a significant portion of her life.

Hey hey hey.

She was diagnosed with BPD right at the end of our relationship after I caught her cheating over and over again.

Of course once she done research on BPD I was lying and making it up and she never told me that.

Good lord man. What a nightmare it all was.

My poor daughter, she reminds me so much of her mother.

I remember when I first moved in with her. We were friends. We shared a room and a king size bed and nothing happened between us for months, and then it did.

She was sweet for about two weeks. The first time it happened I remember waking up thinking she was being attacked. “AHHHHHHH!” I sat up in the bed in horror. “WHY WON’T YOU FUCKING LATHER?!!!?” BANG, BANG, BANG

I got up and pecked on the door, “Is everything alright in there?” sobbing “Yes, it’s just this fucking shampoo. It won’t fucking lather. I keep dumping it on my stupid fucking head and it’s barely even soap!”

I sat down just bewildered. Like, seriously? That meltdown occurred because the shampoo wasn’t lathering to her standards? I used it all the time. I’m a man who doesn’t care about those things, I just bought what my mom always bought. I never had a problem with it. Hell, it’s 20 years later and I still buy the stuff.

The next time I woke up to a slam and clattering metal sounds. I walked into the kitchen. “FUCK THIS PAN! FUCK THIS STOVE! I give up, GODDAMMIT!!” She had turned on the wrong burner.

It started happening more often until it was every single morning. I snapped at her one morning. BAM I slapped the bathroom door. “CUT THIS SHIT OUT! I’M SICK OF WAKING UP TO SCREAMING EVERY MORNING!” She sobbed, apologized, stopped for a few days, fired right back up when she was more comfortable.

I started setting my alarm earlier than hers so I could get up and go outside until she cooled off. She never, ever, ever woke up in a good mood.

She’s been dead for 3 years now, but man, my daughter will carry her shit around for a lifetime.

I can control it with her though, calm her down, shut her up, but you gotta be careful haha. NEVER compare her to her mother, even if you’re just trying to be sweet or funny.

My daughter is only about a tenth as bad as her mom was with it, but even that can be exhausting.

You sir, are not the world’s dumbest man. I doubt I am either, but I would bet I’m dumber than you.

We should fight about it.

Also, I didn’t have a septic tank either as a kid. I remember using outhouses at relatives houses and our shit (at my house) just went from a pipe to the creek.

It’s hard to imagine living like that nowadays, but I did once upon a time.

You know it. I’m a West (by God) Virginian.

Crazy how I can just talk about the place and my fellow West Virginians know it without me saying it.

You and I have the same story haha.

Man, I hope so.

When I worked in one of the poorest places in the US, those people literally couldn’t afford to get quality food.

They had no refrigeration so they’d walk to the dollar general and get microwave tv dinners super cheap and heat them up at my store.

You take that cheap shit away and don’t provide alternatives and those people literally starve.

I’ve heard people say, “those people just need to get a job.” When I was in my 20s I tried very hard to employ them. (My uncle owned a chain of gas stations and, despite his issues, he cares about people and tries to help where he can in his way).

One story that stands out in my mind. Dude shows up with the application, gives a great interview. Apparently social services were going to cut him off if he didn’t get a job. He worked for less than a week, then drank a half a gallon chocolate milk to cause issues with his diabetes so he could leave without confrontation via ambulance.

When I got his paperwork, he could not read or write and was scribbling random gibberish. There’s no telling how much just went out the door because he didn’t know how to handle it.

I was so angry at the person who trained him because she didn’t say anything about this. She just coldly said, “he’s an idiot. He isn’t going to last.”

The world shits on people like him. He was denied his disability over and over again.

Very bold…atlas.

Put pictures up of the team America characters and type, “derka derka, allah jihad. 103 blah St.”

When they get there, they’re confronted with nothing and the joke is obviously a joke.

Not that it would save you.

Where is the “water isn’t really wet” guy!?

Your comment is 8 hours old. He should be here by now!

It always makes me feel better to just go. I seen Modest Mouse recently. It was some of the most fun I’ve ever had in my life.

Your version is broken at the end though and ruins it.