Upon my arrival, I meet dad and Joey whom he rents his room for fifteen years.
Joey loans me his car and I plan to bring it back to him that evening. My father
tells me how important Joey is working at his job working at the company over 25
years. Joey manages 30+ male employees and drivers, and is a third generation company worker. As I get ready to drop off the car, my dad tells me what he need me to do while I am out. He asks me to get all dolled-up and put on some war paint. When you get to Joey's work, I need you to make a big deal when you give him the keys. Make sure all the men can see you when you give him a real big kiss and hug. "Really make over Joey" when you see him, and make sure all the boys get a real good look at you. I want them all to be wondering what the hell is going on over here, when you leave the car. This will really get those boys
to thinking. I bet they never thought this was coming. Nothing like some twisted fatherly pressure.
The first day I meet my biological father, he sexually exploits me like an unpaid Whore. He sees me as a tool for jokes, manipulation, and sexual deception.
He believes that I am stupid and ignorant because I am a women. In previous
phone conversations dad has said many inappropriate and sexually suggestive statements, and dirty jokes that belong in an all guy audience at the dive bar.
The most disturbing was a poem or joke he wrote and wanted my feedback.
As he read this to me over the phone I was so grossed out!
He wrote about eating a woman and she closed her legs and broke his glasses. He thinks that he is funny, saying it to your female child is sickly deranged. The sexual discussion topic belongs with a proper audience.
Never have this form of sexual discussion with your child.
The problem is his need to convey a thriving sexual image to his adult daughter
creates serious concern for my safety and well being.
The second problem exists in regard to truth and dealing with people who choose
not to be clear about what really is going on. Close friends and family purposely influence the way others see them. By creating stories that make themselves look better and in most cases "the hero" instead of boring, simple honest and truthful.
My dad has told me how he became disabled. He was walking out to the mailbox
in the dark. He tripped over the tree roots and fell into the storm drain.
I did finally get the true version of dad's disability accident. Walking outside drunk and carrying a pot of rotten chilli to dump in the storm drain along the street. He falls in the storm drain while attempting to toss the pot. He lays in the storm drain over night covered in rotten chilli. How fitting!