Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.

I know - we're all products of our screwed-up childhoods. No one ever loved us enough, no one cared about us, and they left us to fend for ourselves. In fact, most of us were raised by wolves. I get that. You gotta get over it at some point, right?

I knew this call would come. I didn't think it would come this soon, but damn. I saw it coming. My dad and Sheila broke up. Duh. Now he wants to "make it up to" us.

"I know I messed up Christmas, and I'm sorry.."

WHAT THE HELL? Ok, Christmas and Zion's birthday and my birthday and Mike's birthday and last Christmas and Zion's birthday and my birthday and Mike's birthday and the Christmas before that and Zion's BAPTISM.. the list just goes on and on. It's FEBRUARY, and you're just now calling to apologize about CHRISTMAS? Who the hell ARE you?

Then he tells me that he was a good father to me and that should make up for it. First of all, I'm not even going to address his parenting skills - that's a whole other blog entry that no one wants to read - but HOW IS THIS ABOUT HIM BEING A GOOD FATHER TO ME?!? You raise a kid for 10 years and that gives you a free pass for the next 9 plus grandkids?

I've been saying - FOR THREE YEARS - we don't need presents, Kurtis, we just want an acknowledgement. That's all. Just a phone call. "Merry Christmas, hope things are going well, sorry I can't make it to the birthday party, could you send me some pictures of the baptism?" You don't even have to spend money on gas to come over. JUST FREAKING CALL.

He yelled at me for disrespecting him when I moved out at 15. He told me if I walked out that door I couldn't come back and I would have to fend for myself.

He yelled at me for not speaking to him after he got mad at me and hung up on me three years ago.

Does any of this have anything to do with neglecting your grandson for the first 2 1/2 years of his life? No. Then why the hell are you calling me?

Where does one draw the line in something like this? Here I am, broadcasting my personal life to the entire world, mostly just trying to sort through it in my head.

When do I just stop answering the phone and say ok, enough is enough, I'm done with the theatrics, thanks for raising me, now I have my own job to do? It's old. It's stupid. I'm tired of people being mad.