I guess I lost it. I didn't know what to do. My dad kept acting like there was a problem with me forever. After I wrote this he said tomorrow isn't an important day for me. He cursed me at 34 and 40 years old. He kept fighting in how he acted, but I thought to myself it wasn't right, with sparks flying somehow. He kept attacking me. He said tomorrow doesn't matter! I'm on vacation. We leave Sunday. Today is early Saturday morning. Yesterday was Friday.
Also, no one has to do anything for me. It's not something I order. However, I was upset they ruined my chance for a good day tomorrow with someone. I just am not here to shoot the crap.