For YEARS, my father denied he and his friend did this.
Yesterday, after a hard day marching I lost it at his nonsense about calling people who protest babies. So, it just came out all of the pent up frustrations about republicans, his entire person.
He is the most miserable person I’ve ever had the displeasure to know.
Long story short, he FINALLY admitted that beer was poured on me during my 7th birthday. I mean, he blamed it on me being a child and playing but he has NEVER admitted it happened until I publicly (facebook) went off on him in front of all of his “friends.”
I am so sad. I thought it would feel better to get that admission of one of the million things he did.
even writing it out it still doesn’t feel any better.