My dad thought it was a good idea to invite some woman to stay with us while her boyfriend is out of town or something. I was told she would be here for 2 weeks. That was more than 2 months ago. Because of my anxiety problems and the fact that the vast majority of dad's "friends" are drug addicts who can't be trusted not to steal from us, I really dislike there being anyone here when Dad isn't here. But she just comes and goes as she pleases. Also her boyfriend has been periodically spending a few days here as well. I'm not sure why. There doesn't really seem to be any fucking reason for them to be here at all. Ahem.
Well, Dad and I live in an apartment and we're not allowed to have pets. We're also a few months behind on the rent because Dad likes to give his money away to addicts. I'm not kidding about this, by the way. Over the past couple of years he has, in his words, "invested" almost $2000 into a specific singular person and has just recently decided that the relationship isn't going to work out after months of her sleeping around because she's trying to get pregnant (well to be fair, my dad DID have a vasectomy) and her screaming and throwing temper tantrums every time she comes over to the apartment. $2000 is more than 3 months' rent. Also, my dad owes me $800 now because he keeps having to borrow money to pay off bills that he should be more than capable of paying off (he did it for all those years before I had a job!).
Right, so. We're not allowed to have pets. About 2 weeks ago this woman that has been staying with us (who is different from the "investment," by the way) adopted a dog. A Siberian husky. I objected to the dog being let into the apartment. I object to all dogs being let into the apartment. I was told the dog would only be here for a "night or two" and it has in fact been here for a fortnight. The apartment smells like dog. A couple of days ago, the landlord came by looking for some rent. Dad wasn't here to explain to the landlord why tenants who can't afford rent can afford a Siberian husky that hasn't been trained not to piss on the floor.
On top of all this, a sore throat deal that will most likely become yet another stomach issue for me (shit always drains down) has been going around at work. So about a week after everyone else was over it I got a sore throat. Luckily day 2 is said to be the worst and I have tomorrow off.
I'm at my wits' end. I hate these people and I hate how fucking irresponsible they are. I hate how they just give their money away or swallow it in secondhand painkillers.
