.... not me witnessing my dad dances in a club with remixed songs & colored lamps at 00:45
i am internally dead embarrassed.
should i tell you this?
**aren't you surprised that me, his kid that was birthed from his own sperm wasn't like that??**
mom: "...what"
dad: "i want you to snap the picture of the papers that i asked earlier **right now**"
[he asked: Mom's ID card, and Family card]
mom: (bothered with the night door knock) "wait a second-"
dad: "i want it **now**. don't give me any more excuse"
mom: "what paper"
dad: "**the paper that i told you earlier**"
mom: "what for"
dad: "**for signature of my death**"
dad: "why the fuck it is always like this just to ask you shot the image of our paper"
dad: "i no longer accept any excuse, get it now, bitch."
mom: "but what paper"
dad: "FUCK. ***FUCK FUCK FUCK.*** you seriously wanting me dead??"
dad: **"you want me to show me dead to you right now or what"**
dad: "i ask you to get it for me now, is that really hard to do, you piece of useless fuck?"
mom: "but what for"
dad: **"to sell you, fucking bitch"**
dad: "i don't think a bitch like you is basically worthless to be sold, mother fuck"
dad: "**GO GET IT NOW OR ELSE.**"
[mom hangs up]
me: well, dad.
me: i think mom being like that is actually safer than anything else
me: she doesn't blindly accept
dad: but is it even wrong for me to have that paper?
me: ... for what?
dad: **for the land signature, of course**.
(leaves)
me: ... dad come here
me: i have the paper of the family card if you need it
dad: do you have mom's id card picture?
me: none.
dad: i swear to god, if she resist to do so, **i would come back and tear the fucking paper apart and make another one just for me to live alone**. (leaves)
me: .... (long sigh) god, please help me.
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yeah. you read that right.
my dad's relationship with my mom is no good mostly because miscommunication. My mom meanwhile is worried with what dad is doing with the papers since he never told her anything about it.
Nobody is actually wrong here, Dad did not tell the exact reason cause he knew what my mom will react and it will just goes nuts, and meanwhile mom is being like that because it's logically weird to have that cards for no clear reason.
well, the way my dad deliver the words is, yeah. you know it.
to think that i blocked my mom for a week now, being the older son here is basically his last hope just so she can calm down.
i need to do something before things just go very bad. i think i can calm my mom down on this one and give her the reason, but not the direct reason.
This is what people call, "Light noise", if i was unmistaken.
The city lights is so bright, that the rural areas that doesn't have so much lights noticed it at night.
i was more tired in nostr back then,
because everyone is just posting, just that.
over and over and over for a mere **2 years straight**.
you can put the word "fake". and it is.
all until you guys arrived here.
welcome, nerds.
i still say that you guys are weird.
following someone like me because apparently,
everyone outside doing just, "that", over and over.
as if everything was fine, isn't it?
well.
even so, i will still calling you guys weird.
and honestly i adore that.
