Dad's girlfriend.

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Originally Posted by Wize2B

how did you know the first time you met her that you did not like her?

Combination of the most annoying voice and the most annoying personality I have ever heard. She treated my dogs like they were saints and would actually knock on my door when she came over and shouted in my room "How come you don't come out and run circles around me like the dogs do?" I didn't care the first time, but when it became a weekly thing I got pretty pissed off to the point where if she said anything about me especially behind my back I was ready to get up and leave the house.

It was also my 19th birthday when I stormed out and I was no longer legally bound to stay at my dad's house. If we're getting into the gritty details, I stormed out opened the garage and started my car to notice that she was parked behind me. My dad comes out into the garage and I explain to him why I stormed out and I tell him to get her to move her car. So he goes back into the house and I'm waiting in my car for her to come out and move whatever. Instead he comes back out and says, "Uh she's not taking this too well and said that if she was getting between me and my son, she doesn't want to be in a relationship anymore" (which is totally bullshit by the way, she was just saying that to guilt trip him so he would come out and guilt trip me.) So I can't respond to that since I just got emotionally assfucked, but there wasn't really an awkward silence or anything because he just went back into the house.

So my natural reaction is to call my mom, right? I just got guilt tripped by my dad and I'm mad at his bitchy girlfriend for saying shit about me and I was planning on going to mom's house. Dad comes back out and I hand him the phone because mom wants to talk to him and that bitch comes out a few moments later and throws my birthday cake through my driver's side window into my car (still in the bag and case still, but cmon), storms off back into the house to collect her shit to gtfo I guess, so I'm about to get my phone back from dad (and he lectures me a few week later about why I don't need to call mom about matters happening at his house, so I don't know what happened in that conversation but I'm guessing my mom gave him a piece of her mind) Then she comes out and starts flipping the fuck out on me (and that's when my dad conveniently ended the call with my mom because he knew she could hear the screaming through the phone)

Long fight short, she kept telling me I was acting like an 8 year old which is funny because I'm not the one throwing cake into a car, and telling me how much time and effort and shopping she's put in for me (and I never asked for any attention from her, nor did I particularly want it, she was way too confrontational and naggy for my liking anyway and I tried my best to make that known without saying it to her face), calling me a terrible immature person etc etc etc, while I'm just keeping my cool telling her to please move her car. Finally my dad pulls her away and she yells a resounding "FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM!" Then I get to wait my ass in the car for another 15-20 minutes while she packs up all her shit and finally leaves. I go to my moms house, cry for about 2 hours, have a couple sleepless nights, and stay at my mom's house for the next month or so, during which time I had no outreach from my dad and when my mom called him about 5 days after the incident he was actually siding with his now ex-girlfriend on half the shit that went down and practically ignoring that she totally flipped shit over a minor thing and ruined my birthday entirely.

They apparently got back together about a week after the incident which was the primary reason I didn't go back. Eventually, after about 25-30 days dad came over to mom's house to talk about it and he assured me she was a changed woman (which I didn't buy for 1 second), but I agreed to come back the next week. After a few weeks of staying at dad's house monday-friday (and leaving on friday afternoon because that's when she got there and stayed for the weekend) I decided to stay through the weekend once. I completely avoided her the entire time and only saw her once or twice when I came down to eat dinner. On Saturday night, he came up to my room and told me he broke up with her because she was allegedly still talking shit about me and saying she shouldn't have to apologize for shit, and other various reasons that led up to him breaking up with her (too controlling mainly). So I let out a sigh of relief and say good riddance and they haven't gotten back together since, so that's a good sign. Few weeks later before a football game, he said she e-mailed and told him she had some thyroid disease probably for sympathy or something, then he looked up the effects of the disease, one of which was bitchiness. But you can see my previous post for my reaction to that information.

So I'm living happily ever after since then. Sorry for holywallsoftext

tl;dr: bitch was talking about me behind my back, I left, she threw a cake in my car, we got in a fight (verbal), I never got an apology from her or my dad, he realized she was a bitch and they broke up.