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The Delusional Father
On the evening of September 2nd, 2019 there was a loud knock on my door. This was weird because if you know me, then you know that I really don’t appreciate visitors showing up to my house unannounced. My wife looked through the peephole with confusion and discovered that it was Big Tony. The problem with him knocking on my door is that we don’t talk, so you can imagine the anger that came out of me when I found out that he was there. Also, he thought that this was perfectly fine to do. He thought that regardless if we talk or not, that it would be fine for him to look up my address on his work computer, find out where I live, and fly there with confidence. I know you are probably wondering who the hell Big Tony is, well, Big Tony is my father.
My wife told me that steam was literally shooting from my skull. I explained to him in a tone that he had never heard from me before that I was either going to act in violence or call the police and have him removed. He thought I was bluffing until the police actually showed up and asked him to leave. I didn’t want to do it, but I had to do something. I was in such shock that he thought this was a good idea. Why would he travel thousands of miles to my house before getting the OK to do so. If he couldn’t reach me, then he should never have proceeded with this flawed plan. He really put me in a tough position in front of my children, it made me look terrible.
