Renegade Folk Hero

I’m so fucking angry. So I finally found my mom. She went camping or some such shit. And on top of it she’s all pissy that I was concerned for her safety when she **doesn’t fucking tell anyone where the fuck she’s going**. And ffs, this the last time I listen to my father about anything. Had I just waited until exactly when I was going to wait until, I wouldn’t have had to file a goddamn police report. <several explitives deleted> If this is how my parents act now, I’m fucking doomed when they turn old and senile.

All this and I’m pretty sure my coworkers heard at least some of my phone converstations and are probably wondering what the hell is going wrong in my personal life. So angry. *So angry*

Arg. So, I get back yesterday and my mom isn’t home. “Okay,” I think, “she’s probably out with friends at dinner or something.” 11pm rolls by and she’s still nowhere to be found, her car is in the driveway, and her cell phone is off. So I call my Aunt and tell her what’s what. This morning, my mom is *still* not back. So I call my Sister, who calls my dad, who calls me and tells me to call the police. Which I do. And so as of right now my mom is in some national database for missing persons. Couldn’t she have left a note or something?? She’s got her purse and money, so I’m assuming she’s okay for now. This is **not** what I need for my 3 day weekend. &%@!!!!