and my dad is in one of his little moods again. you know, the ones where i have to restrain myself from telling to grow the fuck up and get over it because it would only make the situation worse. not helped by me being irritated with him already today due to him deciding to play games when asking me for money.

he asked for money (his money for the month is pretty much gone), i asked what he needed it for, he evaded my answer by asking "do i need to know?", i said yes, and he asked why, at which point i said because i want to know. lead to him mumbling part of the name of the brand of rum he buys. at which point i was honestly tempted to tell him no simply because of the goddamn games he decided to play before actually giving me the fucking answer i wanted in the first place, before i decided it just wasn't worth the fucking aggravation and gave him the money to buy the rum and coke.

fast forward to just now, where he's bitching and moaning about none of his workers answering his calls. which i get, and i'm pissed off about as well. but i also understand that shit is going to happen slower and less efficiently due to Covid-19, not helped by the fact that all of his workers have way too damn many people assigned to them as well. shit happens.

his response is "i'm tired of fighting" which is where the urge to tell him to grow up and get the fuck over it comes in. life is a never ending fucking struggle. especially when he goes on to say, that he's going to stop fighting to get things done, to make sure the goddamn hospital and doctors actually charge both his medicare and medicaid instead of just one of them (something that's been happening a lot recently) and just let them ruin his credit, along with being just a general asshole to me while we were talking. especially after i suggested he lay off the alcohol for a few hours after his most recent drink.