So yeah... Apparently the guy that played a part in my conception, abused my mother, had nothing to do with me since I was a toddler, and took everything in the divorce because he threatened my mother, died tonight. From what, I don't know, but if he knew he was dying it just goes to show what a walking pile of shit he is for not even trying to make amends with me.
However, I'm even more pissed at the funeral home right now. See, I don't want my name printed in ANYTHING that has to do with him, so I thought I'd give them the heads up. The lady who answered the phone actually laughed at me and told me I was talking to the wrong person.
I told her I didn't appreciate her laughing at me and asked who I should be talking to then, and she responded with "Well you don't need to be so smart about it!" which was when I snapped and told her "Well YOU don't need to be such a bitch about it!" and she just hung up on me.
Seriously? This is how a funeral home treats people? I can't wait to see how our local paper responds when I try to talk to them about this as well.
It's almost 11PM, I have to work tomorrow, and I'm just awake on rage right now. I hate my life so much. It just gets worse.
Listening to: Nothing
Playing: Dragon\'s Crown and No More Heroes