#cause i woke up to her being upset over their bowls in the dishwasher. or something. for some reason

[everywhereallofthetime]

Some Girl ... Part 6

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None, really. A few cuss words?

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Sunday / July 18th

The next morning, after Sebastian nursed, Elisa took him, telling Charlotte to go back to sleep for a while. When Charlotte woke again, a couple of hours later, she crawled into the shower, replaying in her mind and in her heart everything that had happened the day before.

She wondered if- when, she corrected, Shawn would call.

As she was walking downstairs, she heard it before she saw it. In Wonder. Elisa, with Sebastian on her lap, Jack, and Mason were all parked in front of the television watching Shawn’s documentary.

“Do you have something you want to tell me?” Mason asked between mouthfuls of cereal.

Charlotte plopped down beside him on the couch, almost making him spill his bowl. “Peter’s name is actually Shawn?”

She looked over at Elisa, who handed Sebastian to her. Elisa then shrugged her shoulders and stated, “You said you both wanted everyone to know the truth. And sooner is better than later, right? Especially if you plan to bring him around more often.”

“My mind is a little blown here, Charlie,” Mason said. “Why didn’t you just say, ‘hey everyone, this is my boyfriend, Shawn’?” he asked, slightly perplexed.

“Because he’s not my boyfriend!” she exclaimed.

“I told you,” Elisa said, dryly.

“We’re just friends, no matter how you may have perceived things.”

Mason chose to keep certain further thoughts to himself, at least for the time being, and asked again, “All right then, why didn’t you just introduce him as a friend of yours? I guess I can understand why you introduced him as Peter, but why Bash’s dad? Shit. He’s not actually Bash’s dad, is he??”

“No,” she chuckled. “He is most definitely not Bash’s dad.” She then sighed softly. “You’ve been watching the documentary. It looks like you’ve passed the heavily centric Camila part. They broke up less than four months ago. Yesterday was a bad day. All he wanted was to forget for a little while and be around people who didn't know him so he could try to feel normal again. I didn’t actually mean to introduce him as Bash’s dad. That was just...an accident.”

“Or wishful thinking.”

“Shut up, Mason,” she grumbled, feeling her cheeks grow hot. She shot a glance at Elisa. “I’m fine.” She needed everyone to stop thinking she was in love with Shawn.

“You’re very quiet, Uncle Jack,” she said then.

“I already told him everything,” Elisa said.

That didn’t surprise her. As far as she was aware, Elisa and Jack had never kept secrets from one another. “I’m sorry I lied you,” she said to her uncle. She then glanced at Mason again. “All of you.”

Jack smiled softly and reached over to pat her knee. “You’re forgiven, Sweetheart, don’t worry about it. I understand. Just maybe don’t lie to us again?”

“I promise. For what it’s worth, aside from introducing him as Peter, which is actually his middle name, and pretending he was Bash’s dad, Shawn was his honest self. He truly is that lovely and kind. He has an amazing heart.”

“You let him know he’s welcome here anytime,” Jack said, and Elisa nodded in agreement.

Mason laughed. “I can't believe Shawn Mendes was in our fucking house!”

“Yes, and he enjoyed dinner with us. He spent time with our family. He let his guard down and he laughed with us.” There was an edge creeping into her voice. “He pretty much put Bash to bed. You lent him your shorts after he swam with us. You played darts and poker with him. You got drunk with him and he even helped your ass to bed!” Charlotte was agitated, causing Sebastian to get upset, too. She calmed her voice and hugged her son to her, soothing his back. “He's just Shawn,” she whispered, standing with Sebastian, and quickly left the room.

Mason followed after her, into the kitchen. No one had expected her to have a mini meltdown. Even she was surprised at herself.

"I'm sorry, Char. You're right.” He quickly rinsed his bowl and spoon and put them in the dishwasher. He turned and leaned up against it and the countertop. When Charlotte actually looked at him again, he said, “I shouldn't let who he is change anything from last night."

“You just proved why he was too nervous to tell you the truth, as badly as he wanted to. He was feeling awful about lying to everyone.”

“You like him a lot, eh?”

“Don't you start too,” she groaned, giving Sebastian over to Mason so she could fix herself something to eat.

Mason gently tossed Sebastian into the air and then blew raspberries into his neck. “I know, I know. You’re just friends. But you kissed him, and he kissed you back. And you guys were like, really close almost all night.”

“I swear, this is the exact conversation I had with Mom and Didi last night.”

“Are you sure-”

She cut him off quickly. “Stop.”

“But-”

“Nope.”

“Has he had his rebound yet?”

“I don’t know,” she huffed, slightly exasperated. “He doesn’t talk to me the same way as he might his guys friends. He’s too polite to tell me how many women he may have nailed after Camila broke his heart. I don’t think I’d want to know anyway.”

Charlotte sat down at the kitchen island. “I don’t plan on being a rebound either, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Mason buckled Sebastian into his Bumbo and started mixing his oatmeal. “I’m not worried. He promised me he wouldn’t hurt you. He promised he would never do anything to make me hate him.”

“What?” She paused, mid-bite of her peanut butter and banana English muffin. “When were those promises made?”

“When he helped my ass to bed,” he chuckled. “I weirdly, vividly remember that part of the night. He cares about you. He’s a good guy.”

Charlotte fell into her own thoughts while she continued eating.

“How did you even meet him?” Mason asked, drawing her attention again. He slid a spoonful of cereal into Sebastian’s mouth.

She didn't exactly answer. Instead she said, “He lives downtown, like one kilo from my place.” She would let him draw his own conclusions.

“I have to tell Josh and Dougie and Rob.”

“If Didi hasn't already told everyone...

“Please don’t make a big deal out of it. I actually would like to bring him around again. Josh, Dougie, and Rob are common fixtures around here in the summertime. There are six weeks of summer left. I need them to be cool with him.”

“They’ll be fine. It’s Val and the twins you have to worry about.”

“Ugh, I know,” she groaned.

“They’re totally going to want to hang out with you now," he smirked.

// * // * //

Charlotte lingered in the archway between the kitchen and family room, Sebastian on her hip, Mason at her side for support.

Elisa paused the documentary; Charlotte noticed they had almost finished it.

“Shawn’s concert on Netflix is from his sold out show at the Rogers Centre two years ago. You might like to watch that sometime. I was there, with Val and the twins actually, - it was probably the last time we did anything together.

“Anyway...

“Bash just finished his cereal. I’m going to nurse him a little and see if he’ll go down for a nap. And I thought I’d run a load of laundry while he sleeps, before we head home.”

“Okay honey,” Elisa said.

She shifted from one foot to the other. “I also thought maybe it might be time that I tell you about Booker. Bash’s real dad.”

If they were surprised, they didn't show it. Jack just nodded.

Charlotte started towards the stairs. Mason called after her, “By the way, I threw Shawn’s shorts and boxers in your laundry.”

She blushed bright red.

“What?? I thought he was your boyfriend!”

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Shawn strolled into the kitchen late Sunday morning, singing to himself. Nothing in particular, just a few runs like he normally did when he was warming up his voice. His younger sister, Aaliyah, almost eighteen and starting college in the fall, was sitting on top of the kitchen island, her phone in hand, texting her boyfriend.

She looked up, surprised, suddenly overwhelmed that her big brother was smiling and singing. She never imagined how much she would have missed hearing his voice until it had been absent for too long.

He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big hug. “Morning bub,” he murmured. He then opened the fridge and drank the orange juice right out of the carton. He grabbed a muffin and jumped up to sit beside her on the island countertop.

“You seem happy,” she said softly, grinning fiercely, tears in her eyes. She quickly wiped them away.

“I had a good night,” he grinned back and kissed her temple.

“You just disappeared yesterday; we were worried. And then you didn’t get home until well after one. Were you out with Matt?”

“I was not. I made some new friends.”

“That’s not some weird code for-”

“Bub!” he shouted. “No! Oh my God!”

“You always tell me I can say anything to you,” she laughed.

“I know, but you don’t always have to remind me how grown up you are.”

She wrapped her arm around his waist and he hugged her around the shoulders.

“I’m going to go for a run with Tarzan. I’ll be back before lunch,” he said, shoving the last of his muffin in his mouth, jumping off the counter, and slipping his AirPods into his ears. “Love you!” he called over his shoulder as he jogged off.

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Part 7

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fiction

[kiatheinsomniac]

When the Party’s Over: Ezio M! AU

Part I here

When (Y/n) woke up, she and Ezio were still cuddled up together but he was awake and scrolling through his phone. She wasn't quite aware of her surroundings yet in her sleep-clouded mind as she turned over onto her other side, letting out a few soft moans. What brought her to her senses were two things: the arm that tightened around her waist and the heat that warmed her back.

Her (e/c) eyes burst open and she laid still, looking down. She was still wearing Ezio's shirt (though it had ridden up past her hips) and his arms were wrapped around her waist — the one that went over her was the one that he held his phone with. He was scrolling through stories of his party.

Her heart began beating quickly again — she'd never been this close to anyone before, let alone someone she'd hardly ever spoken to. She felt his low hum vibrate through his chest as he dropped his phone to hold her closer to him, his face being buried in her sweetly smelling hair.

"Buongiorno, (Y/n)." He spoke with a husky and sleepy tone. Usually, after waking up with a girl, he'd be calling them pet names, kissing their neck or shoulders and running his hands over their hips and thighs, as per his friendly/touchy nature. But he didn't want to make his new guest uncomfortable — they'd slept in the same bed, not fucked. They hadn't known each other for very long and he thought it inappropriate to try something on her after seeing how he found her last night. She shyly turned her head to glance at him from the corners of her eyes.

"Morning." She mumbled as she continued to lay in his embrace.

"I'll chase everyone out in a minute then I can make you something to eat." He spoke as he slowly peeled his arms away from her waist to sit up and stretch. (Y/n) turned onto her back to watch how his muscles flexed with the movement; and damn did he have muscles.

"It's ok, really," She spoke politely as he stood up, "I'll start walking home and I'll grab a coffee and a pastry on the way there or something."

"No, no," He spoke as he grabbed a jumper from his closet, throwing it over his head, "I insist." Really, in his mind, this was his time to get to know her, to win her over if he wanted her. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

(Y/n) sat in his bed a while longer before deciding to stretch and get up. She checked her phone but all of the messages were from Anne, Mary and Aya asking if she had stayed at Ezio's with Kassandra. Looks like she did pass out after arm wrestling then.

The (h/c)-haired female placed her phone down before deciding to walk around Ezio's room a little. She was intrigued by all of the Polaroid photos that he had in a grid on the wall above his desk. The (e/c)-eyed young woman leaned over the desk to investigate. A lot of them were clearly taken in Italy — many of them with who she assumed were his little sister and his mother. A lot of others were at parties or on days out with large groups of friends.

(Y/n) left the desk to wander over to his bookshelf. Her face lit up at the main genres — historical non-fiction and Victorian literature. She plucked up his copy of Wuthering Heights in her fingers, having read the book herself and began flipping through the pages. She stopped where he had boxed a quote in pencil and written why he liked it in the margin. She beamed a smile because she did that with her books too. She began flipping through the page numbers to see if he had liked any of the ones that she had too.

When the Italian male returned, she was still flipping through the book and she looked up to meet his gaze before putting the novel back in its place shyly.

"Sorry," she apologised, feeling like she may have invaded his privacy, "it's just: I really like books like these too and it's nice to see someone else that annotates them — I love doing that." She smiled softly. She couldn't lie, looking over Ezio, she wouldn't take him for a reader.

"Really?" He flashed a grin. "We'll have to talk about our favourites later then." He sat down on the bed and beckoned her to sit with him. She sat on the edge and he placed what was in his hand beside him. A packet of makeup wipes. "Do you mind if I. . . ? I mean, it's smudged all over your face." (Y/n) smiled at his generous nature but scrunched up her nose a little.

"Ok but at your own risk." She giggled, "I look nowhere near as good without makeup."

"I'm sure that's not true." He spoke softly as he took her chin in his hand and she closed her eyes. He gently began wiping away her eye makeup, being soft as he cupped her jaw with his large hand. He moved on to getting all the highlight and crumbled mascara off her cheeks before gently swiping her highlight off her nose, making her giggle, leaving her skin free of any cosmetics.

Once he was done, she opened her eyes and tilted her head to the side. Ezio smiled at her as a warmth filled him. God, she looked so cute.

"Told you so." She joked as she got up again. She reached up to take the pins out of her hair, her back facing him. The olive-skinned male couldn't help but watch as her stretching her arms up caused the shirt to lift, giving him a nice view of her thighs and a tiny amount of her ass. But her body was hidden once more when she raked her fingers through her hair and tied her locks up into a ponytail, yesterday's curls beginning to loosen.

"You are just as beautiful without makeup on, though." Ezio complimented. (Y/n) turned over her shoulder to raise a brow at him as she pulled a few hairs out of the ponytail by her ears and temples.

"Sicuro." She hummed sarcastically. Ezio smiled at that.

"I mean it: you're naturally pretty without it and supernaturally pretty with it." That caused her to duck her head away to hide her smile in her palm as her cheeks flushed with heat. She wondered if he was aware of how charming he was. "Come on, let's get something to eat." He led her downstairs once she'd grabbed her phone.

"Wow." (Y/n) puffed out as she looked around the house, "This is a mess."

"My least favourite part of parties: the cleanup." He sighed as he led her to the kitchen and pulled out a chair at the counter for her. She uttered a small thank you before taking a seat. "I was thinking about having some toast, is there anything you want?" He questioned.

"I'll just have some fruit and yoghurt but it's ok, I'll make it myself." She spoke politely.

"No, no, I'll do it. You're a guest here after all." He waved her off. She blushed gently. The two of them sat there eating their breakfast and he had tried to take her bowl for her but she insisted on putting it in the dishwasher herself.

"Do you want a hand with cleaning up?" She offered. Usually, he would decline considering he was trying to win her over but there was a lot to cover and he would appreciate an extra pair of hands.

"If you wouldn't mind. . . ?" He spread his hands and smiled somewhat guiltily.

"Where do you keep the cleaning products?" She smiled as she bounced off the chair and onto her feet. He went over to the cupboard under the sink and opened it. Meanwhile, (Y/n) tapped shuffle on a playlist on her phone and reached under the sink for two rubbish bags. She handed one to him and the two of them began picking up bottles and plastic cups that were littered all over the house.

"So, how often do you throw parties like this?" She quizzed as she chucked cup after cup into the bag, weary to not touch the rims where mouths had been.

"As often as possible. Usually whenever my mother's gone. Claudia used to sit in her room while I threw parties but once a drunk couple jumped on her while she was in her bed so she stays in my room now and upstairs is usually off limits." He paused for a moment, "But if you ever want to show up to one of my parties again, you'll always be an exception to that rule." He winked at her. She rolled her eyes playfully.

"I doubt I'll be coming here again, really." She laughed lightly. Ezio's face dropped sadly.

"Why not?" He tried to stop himself from looking upset about this but failed to chase the sadness from his tone.

"What other reason would I have to come here? And you saw what parties do to me." She shrugged, "I wish that I could enjoy them like everyone else, I really do, but I just can't."

"Who said you had to come here just for the parties?" He proposed. She paused for a moment, standing upright and looking at him from across the room now that there were no more bottles, bottle caps or cups in sight.

"Are you inviting me around to stay another time?" She raised a brow. The Italian tossed his head around a bit, cracking a smile with the faintest of blushes on his cheeks.

"Perhaps. I mean, only if you wanted to." He never usually felt flustered but there was something about the excitement of getting to truly know her that got to him.

"Maybe I do." She spoke softly, turning away to hide her own blush that was a prominent red against her (s/t) cheeks. Ezio smiled triumphantly at this as she walked into the next room to pick up all the litter. He followed her, not being able to help but admire the sway of her hips as she moved in his shirt, nor could he seem to take his eyes away when she bent over to pick up a water bottle from the floor, the shirt riding up and only just covering her assets. He forced himself to look away from her (b/t) body and help her to tidy up. The music stopped playing from her phone as she got a call from Kassandra. She declined the call and put her phone on do not disturb.

Ezio raised his brow at this but (Y/n) merely shrugged her shoulders.

"I'll let them know where I am in a bit. Was Kassandra still here this morning?" The (e/c)-eyed student asked.

"Sì, I told her that you were upstairs but I'm not sure if she was listening." He spoke honestly.

"Sounds like Kass." (Y/n) giggled to herself.

Once the two of them were done and had swept and mopped up anything as well as having tidied the furniture, they sat down on the couch together.

"—Really though, if you like learning about the Borgia and Medici, you'll love to read Machiavelli's The Prince." He spoke. (Y/n) tilted her head back on the sofa as she looked at him.

"I'll have to borrow your copy then." She smiled as she leaned into him. Ezio wrapped an arm around her cautiously before realising she was melting into his embrace. The two of them laid there cuddling while watching movies for the rest of the day.

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They were interrupted when Ezio's family returned home. (Y/n) went to sit upright in order to avoid an awkward situation but Ezio gently eased her back into his side, silently assuring her that it would be alright. Ezio's younger sister walked around the sofa to get a better look at the unfamiliar young woman in her house who was cuddled into her big brother - nothing out of the ordinary - but Claudia wanted to meet the (e/c)-eyed female anyway.

"Who's this?" The olive-skinned sister raised a brow, smiling cheekily, shooting her brother a questioning glare as to what they had done after observing that (Y/n) was wearing one of his shirts and seemingly little else underneath.

"Claudia, this is (Y/n); (Y/n), this is my little sister Claudia." The Italian male introduced the two young women to one another.

"It's nice to meet you, Claudia." (Y/n) smiled politely, subtly reaching for Ezio's hand out of comfort of having to try to act so casually when, on the inside, she was panicking about leaving a terrible impression that she would never be able to shake off.

"Did he throw another party?" The chestnut-haired female crossed her arms, looking at her brother smugly. (Y/n) shyly smiled, lowering her voice before answering:

"He did, that's how I ended up staying. Oh, and don't worry, I was the only person who went into your room. But that's just because parties make me uncomfortable. Can I be forgiven for that?" She spoke lightly. The young Auditore laughed, waving it off with her hand.

"Of course." She smiled before glaring ever so slightly at the (h/c)-haired female who cuddled closer into her brother for comfort, finding a sense of security in his warmth and touch. "Providing you're not going to be like the other girlfriends he's had." She added with an edge of bitterness to her tone.

"Claudia. . ." Ezio spoke up warningly, not wanting his sister to make their guest worry.

"Oh, we're not. . .Uh. . . We don't. . ." (Y/n) stuttered at the miscommunication - she'd only really spoken to him that night! They knew of each other beforehand, yes, but they had never spoken before he found her in a state upstairs.

"Oh?" Claudia raised a brow and opened her mouth to speak but Ezio threw a pillow at her, keeping his other arm around (Y/n)'s waist.

"Vaffanculo, Claudia! I see what you're doing!" He exclaimed, making his younger sister giggle devilishly.

"Oh, Ezio may seem like a flirt but he's actually-" She tried to continue.

"Zitta!" He exclaimed before jumping up, ready to tackle her - as would be the natural reaction of any sibling.

"He's spoken about y-" She continued, shrieking as she jumped over the sofa to avoid her brother who was chasing her.

"Ezio! Leave your sister alone!" An older woman's voice snapped. Claudia looked smug as she halted and straightened her back. (Y/n) grabbed a blanket to cover her lap with due to the fact that she didn't fancy being so exposed in front of his mother - especially seeing as it was their first time meeting. "Oh, hello." She greeted.

"Hello." (Y/n) smiled and waved politely over to Ezio's mother. "I'm (Y/n), how are you?"

"I'm quite surprised, in all honesty." She turned to her son, "Ezio did you throw a party?"

"No, mother." He lied quickly.

"He didn't, he just offered to help me with my Italian class project and I ended up staying the night." She covered up for him. She didn't like lying to Maria but she didn't want to lose Ezio's favour either. Ezio smiled happily at her before returning to his place beside her. (Y/n) leaned towards him, "I'm going to get dressed and head back." She spoke quietly before making her way back to his room. Claudia dropped into an armchair.

"So," She began, "This is the famous '(Y/n)'." She smirked, "It's nice to see you actually spoke to her after how many weeks of crushing on  her and stalking her Instagram?"

"Shh!" Ezio hushed his sister in case the (h/c)-haired female upstairs heard her, "And it's not stalking!"

"Oh, sicuro; but, you need to get her to fall in love with you, Fratello." She winked, "Doubtless, I'll be hearing about her even more now."

"Don't do anything to make her uncomfortable, ok? She wasn't just crying when I found her last night, she was having an anxiety attack - I didn't know that about her. I let her stay the night and she seems comfortable around me. I don't want to ruin that." He explained. While the Auditore siblings were often teasing one another, they still confided in each other.

"Alright then. But whoa, there's something about her that you didn't know?" She mocked a shocked face, "Oh, and she was wearing your shirt, did you-"

"No!" Ezio exclaimed, "Wouldn't I be taking advantage of her if I did that after the way I found her?"

"Fair point." Claudia replied before standing up and clapping her brother on the shoulder, "Well, good luck with getting her." And with that (Y/n) returned to say her goodbyes and leave.

She already missed Ezio's warmth and he missed the feeling of holding her.

#young ezio auditore #ezio auditore #ezio auditore da firenze #ezio auditore x reader #ezio auditore/ reader #ezio x reader #modern au #assassins creed modern au #ac imagine #ac modern au #assassins creed II #ac ii

[abloggernamedwhat]

Long, But I Need To Get This Out

So 2017 isn't looking so good so far • First interaction I have with my dad is an argument. Mom let me sleep till 9:30 New Years Day since, unlike my dad who went to sleep at 10:30, we had been up till 3 bringing in the New Year watching movies with my brother (Dad's a fireman and slept at the station, and they didn't run any calls until almost time for him to get off, so he got more sleep than any of the rest of us). I get up, grab my church clothes, and take a pretty short shower. Dad had come home and went to bed, and mom woke him up while I was in the shower. We're all in the kitchen, and he comes in buttoning up his shirt. Mom asks "are you not getting a shower?" He says, looking right at me, "no, I don't have time now." We have 20minutes left till we leave. I tell him I started getting ready as soon as I got up, and he makes the comment that I either need to start getting my shower the night before or I need to get up earlier. I bite my tongue, because I'm not the one who got a good amount of sleep or who came home and went straight to bed anyway. Instead, I ask Mom if she'll help dry my hair. "You'll just have to wait, cause now I'm getting ready and your mother's still cooking, and she needs to get ready too." He literally had all his clothes on except for shoes, he's bald, and didn't have to shave. Whatever. Didn't let it bother me too much. • We get home from church, get comfortable, and sit in the living room. Mom and I had recorded something the night before and I asked if she wanted to watch it. The TV was off. No one was using it. Dad says, in a very angry voice. "Depends on what you're wanting to watch." This is the same man who over the past four months has made me watch a dozen or more movies (war movies, might I add, that kept me up so late I was exhausted all the next day) that I didn't fucking want to. Never mind that his WIFE wanted to watch this thing too, not just me. • Mom and I are talking Sunday night, and an advertisement for the new Shadowhunters season comes up on my phone. We both like the show, so I ask her if she knows what tomorrow night is. After some joking around I say that Shadowhunters comes back. Dad (who has taken another four-hour "nap") says "Uh, tomorrow night is the Sugar Bowl." So, mom and I resign ourselves to having to watch the new episode after the game ends, because God forbid the "man" of the house misses the game. Granted, I'm a big football fan too, but still. • Moms been sick all day today, and I've been taking care of her. She's been laying down for several hours now, and I've been in the living room with the TV very low so I can hear if she needs me. I haven't cooked anything, or done anything in the kitchen unless it's for her because the kitchen is adjacent to their bedroom and walls are thin. Dad gets home (he works two jobs) and begins being pretty fucking loud, even though I had let him know mom was sick while he was at work. He starts heating up food and lets the microwave beep, the smells are really strong, and then he asks why I haven't unloaded the dishwasher. I tell him because Moms been sick and I didn't want to be loud. He says it doesn't matter, there's still things you have to do. What. The. Fuck. My MOTHER has been EXTREMELY SICK ALL DAY. I've been TAKING CARE OF HER. But he says it doesn't matter, because I still have things I have to do. My mom drops everything when I'm as sick as she's been today. But it doesn't matter. We get into it, and he starts asking what else I've neglected to do today. I tell him "My mother has been sick all day. I've been taking care of her. THAT'S what I've done." I had been cooking me something simple that wasn't too strong smelling since mom (had been) asleep. I'm so upset that I've lost my appetite, so I put it all away. I unload the dishwasher as quietly as I could, and got out of the kitchen. He's making the loudest fucking noises in there while I'm writing this, knowing his wife is on the other side of the wall trying to feel better. • Oh, and the game didn't start until after 8. The Rose Bowl ran over, so I missed my show for no reason because, like a good daughter, I already had the TV on the right channel so he could watch his game. • Did I mention he's a big football fan? I'm waiting for the yelling to start.

#2017 #new year #same asshole dad #I'm so ready to leave #fuck this