well may 15th 2003 i was supposed to finish watching the hockey game downstairs then go play hockey at the school next to us with my dad to let off some steam because he was fighting with my mom alot. Well i get upstairs and there's cops there telling my dad he should leave for some reason, apparently he told my mom he was going to kill her with his hockey stick and she said he needed mental help because he was talking to a handheld radio and using it as a phone. Both bullshit, the radio was dying and so he was singing with it up to his ear, the song was Disarm by the Smashing Pumpkins and the lyric he was singing was "the killer in me is the killer in you."

My mom completely fucks up her judgement on this because she yelled at him to stop listening to the Smashing Pumpkins a long time before that, so obviously she's familiar with that line [I know for a fact she is]. Also, he would never threaten anybody because overall he hates violence.

So anyway the cops say they are leaving and don't want to be called back. My dad then leaves to go for a drive, and so my mom gets my neighbour [they are best friends, I hate her] to call the cops on my dad saying he is making a run for it. I do not know why they came back because how can he be "making a run for it" when he's technically not in trouble to begin with. So anyway my mom tells these new cops that now he JUST threatened her again a drove off, and there's a province-wide alert going out for his arrest.

Meanwhile he is driving around the lake side, minding his own business, when cops pull him over, throw him out of the car, beat him up, and leave him in a cell for over 3 days, with him only being told why he was arrested on the 2nd day.

A year passes without me seeing him, and my mom telling me all these things like he is crazy now and blah blah blah. Turns out she is lying of course and makes up some bullshit reason to the court why he needs to have a restraining order against his entire family.

I finally meet him after about a year, he is now living on the other side of town and still has his same jobs and never even missed a day of work aside from calling in sick the day he got out of the jail cell.

Now, this part just was finalized last week: he now has to pay my mom $2000 a month when he only makes $3200 a month. Mathematically he cannot even afford to pay his own bills AND do groceries every month. He has to pay her so much because he was nice enough to let my mom stop working for a year and so the court based my mom's worth on the last year of her life to see how much child support he should pay, and since he was such a nice guy and let her stay at home, he now has to pay $2000 a month instead of $400. Also, my mom lied alot in court saying my sister lives with us but doesn't work, even though she does [an extra $200 a month for my mom for saying that], and the judge wouldn't give her a drug test even though she smokes more than my entire family. If she had been given that drug test and failed, she would get nothing for some reason. The one time a fucked up drug law would actually provide justice, and the lady judge sympathizes with my full-of-shit mom too much to grant the request of a drug test.

So now I see my dad once a week if I am lucky [he works alot and I don't live with him], I now see my mom as a self-centered bitch which everyone thought she was but is now confirmed, and my life is seriously changed completely...

why you ask?

because my dad wanted to play hockey with me and while he waited, he sung along to his favourite song on the radio.




i doubt 10% of the people that see this post will read it because it's so long and probably doesn't make much sense...but yeah..may 15th wasn't the best of days


ps. a week before this incident, my mom asked for a divorce because my dad refused to buy her pot anymore...something i think about when i toke sometimes