Running Commentary

My White Trash Moment A.K.A. Oh It’s OOON NOW! July 12 2007

My father in law needed to drive us to Noah’s soccer game last night and he shows up (late) and takes us to soccer (Chris is fixing something on our jeep). blah blah blah smells like beer as usual..who knows one or 21 don’t care once a drunk always a drunk.

ANYWAY he and Chris are shouting instructions to Noah from the sidelines AND the coach is giving instructions too.
SO I ASK them to stop shouting cause they are confusing him. Chris says oh..ok..and stops…

The Sour Kraut just keeps on shouting….so I make a mega phone type thing around my mouth and go

“HELLO CAN YOU STOP SHOUTING AT HIM YOU ARE CONFUSING HIM!!!”

nd he goes “oh I thought I was just confusing you”
and which point I step right up to his face and go
“no no I’ve always known you are an asshole”
and he starts pointing down the feild and he goes “you need to move”
and I’m like “you need to shut the fuck up”

he goes “I don’t talk like you”

I go “Is that a new thing? or are you talking about english in general…I don’t get it” (has a VERY thick german accent)

“You need to move” <– him

me –> fuck you.

And then I say to Chris (who is telling us BOTH to shut up at this point)
P says:”Are you really going to let your drunken father speak to me this way?”

And then he stormed away (sour kraut) and called me a bitch.

Which…for sure I’m a bitch. I am the first to admit it. BIOTCH. Yup. But after 14 years of his crap he had it coming.

Granted I could’ve picked a better venue, but we were far down the field and no one heard, not even my sister that was 10ft away.

So he left us at soccer, presumably to go home and get raging rip roaring drunk..I am pretty sure we would’ve had a midnight phone call from him screaming at us (used to happen ALL THE TIME) but our phone was not accepting calls for some reason last night. Which tickles me..thinking about him slobbering drun, trying to drunk dial us and constantly getting a busy signal.

HA!

He did toss the car seat into our drive way before going home, which is handy, and shows that he understands he will never be alone with my children again.

Once again he is dead to me…it’s certainly not the first time but it is the last time. I have had it with him and his big pink elephant. My kids never want to see him. They can’t stand his teasing. Luckily they didn’t witness our exchange last night.