So as I blogged about yesterday I am having a bad week. I was frauded by someone I thought I could trust. Today I saw that person and FLIPPED OUT. I'm not really one to handle a bad situation without throwing some F-bombs. I was speaking to the person and he was not giving me the info I needed and was not budging on our requests of him. So I lost it at the very end. I said some shit and ran upstairs.
I called my parents. I told them I didn't feel comfortable being home alone with this person just downstairs. My dad came to save the day and be my enforcer if needed. He might be a 58 year old man with a new beer gut but a couple of years ago he was one crazy Vietnam vet. I felt safe. My dad has protected me in the past but this felt different. I had to smile after he left and when he called I was on the other line. I didn't pick up right away so when I called him back he was worried. He said he was glad he didn't have to drive back to the city. I just smiled. I have a great relationship with my father and he would do anything for me but this time - this time I wasn't the one overreacting and being silly. This time I was right and my dad agreed and was there to protect me.
I don't know how it happened but I have some wonderful men in my life.
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Hey I'm so crazy behind in reading...are you OK?
I LOVE dad. LOVE LOVE. He really was freaking out that day too when he couldn't get a hold of you. So sweet
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