Knee is MUCH better and actually went jet-skiing around SF Bay this past weekend, right? Holy shit, wet-suit and all still delivers glass-cutting tit-cicles - that water is freezing!!! And SORE! No idea how bad it beats you up out there. Cop threw me off at one point and just left me, so I'm bobbing up and down in water alone with thoughts of sharks and people on BART underneath me. Thought water was cold, should have been there when shit-head finally did come back for me...
Back on beach, cop took two pics of me on my phone. In full wet-suit on jet-ski, then half a wet-suit as I was getting re-dressed, nothing really explicit - bikini top under wetsuit, whoopee freakin' fizz... So yesterday (Wednesday) morning, I finally got around to sending one to my Dad. It's been butt-ass freezing back home over the last few weeks, and I wanted to rub it in how nice it's been out here. Looked cold in full wet-suit pictures, so texted him the one with bikini-top and wet-suit bottoms - had my thumbs on sides about to slide out of suit. Put something stupid like "How's weather back home? Kar"
Hit send. Minute later got:"Looking good Kar-Bear (that's what he calls me). If I weren't your Dad, I'd be all over you and trying to get up in that. Love, Dad"
What the fuck fuck fuck fucking hell did I just read? Stared, backed out of messages, went back in and damned if it isn't still there. Thought even if he was trying to be funny, just really freakin' disgusting and crossed the line. Sat at my desk, put my forehead on desktop, started shaking and felt my throat closing up, as I'm about to cry - cry like I piss - once even a little started, takes an act of God or car accident to stop until 100% finished.
Do I ignore him? Did he mean that for someone else? Couldn't have!!! Kar-Bear is what he's called me since I was a child. It's OUR thing - I don't care how corny it is, he's my Dad, and I love him more than any other man in this world. Even if for someone else, why in the fuck is he talking like this to ANYONE?!?! He wears Dad jeans, "appreciates" Taylor Swift and complains how young his doctors look for shit's sake...
Compose myself for a few seconds and dialed - half furious / half crying / half crushed - don't care if that's too many halves, I HAVE to get to the bottom of this NOW. Picks up after 2 rings...
Heard nothing but my little sister Kaitlyn laughing so hard she was unable to talk. Thought I heard her yelp "Dad - meeting oh my God!", but she's in hysterics. Appears she's in Indy for the week and at Dad's office visiting for lunch. Yeah, that's the same bitch who glittered my squish mitten all those years ago got me again...
God I hate that cunt.
Kar-Bear
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