And no it's not Montserrat, it's Tijuana.
Housemate's dad is headed back in February, and the timing is probably perfect because housemate has one tragic flaw that drives me nuts.
It seems that he has one and only one reaction to when he doesn't get his way / things don't go according to his plan. He throws a temper tantrum hoping that if it last's long enough, people will do things his way just to shut him up.
I am reminded about the song by Adrian Belew called, "Oh, Daddy," where one of the lines is, "Don't hold your breath, because you may turn blue." and that is the theme of my responses when doing something so that he HAS his way is not feasable.
Oh, and this is why he isn't getting his way this round. Daddy is coming to town and he doesn't want anything to do with him, even though he does work for him as an independent contractor.
And that brings up what I am pondering. After I said, "Bye," after my Dad said, "Leave and don't ever come back" I froze my posterior off in Denver, moved to San Francisco, went through three relationships and embarked on an interesting career path. I think I learned a lesson there, but after seeing and knowing the facts and circumstances of why housemate and his dad have such a poor relationship, I wonder if I learned MY lesson the easy way by seeing what might have happened had I not left?
Either way, I do realize that I did the right thing. In the end that may be all that matters.
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