UGH! when we returned from running some errands B found a message on the machine. he started listening to it before i entered the room so i only caught the tail end of it & it took me a few minutes to realize the hick voice (no joke i was thinking "who's the fricken hillbilly?) was actually my father.
the part i got was something about how it would be nice to see Z this time of year & that was it. B asks me if i care to hear it from the beginning & i say yes beings it took me so long to recognize the voice i didn't catch much.
the message starts with "hello B, this is S"
apparently the message is for my husband as i am not addressed, helloed or acknowledged in any way, shape or form THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE MESSAGE.
i guess i am dead in his world.
screw you dad, you've never been an important part of my life anyways. all you do is reinforce why my mother left you & why i should not let you be a part of my life. you are a supreme asshole.