My birthday is Oct. 25th (two hours from now where i live). Mom and dads present to me was a trip to Denver, we had it planned for a month, but a week before my sister racks up the phone bill and extra $700, and dad spends a thousand dollars on pointless fucking tools he will NEVER use. So we didn't have money for the trip. Mom wanted to make up for it and said that I can go to my boyfriends for the weekend (he lives two hours away).... Well, that pretty much just got cancled today because the weather is going to be horrible. And tonight, my sister kept teasing my dog with pancakes, my dog has a broken leg, and a tilted disk, so I already feel bad for her. I don't want her eating pancakes so I told my sister to stop teasing her and she went off asking why I'm being such a bitch and I said I don't want my dog eating pancakes, it's not healthy. Then dad came in and asked what was going on, my sister said i was just being a bitch to her about everything, and when i went to explain my side dad says he doesn't wanna fuckin hear it so I said of course you do, I'll just move out and take my dog with me, so he told me to shut the fuck up. So I've been sitting in my room crying for the past half hour and dad just knocked on my door and tried to make a joke to cheer me up. Is that just supposed to make me feel better? Cause it doesn't. Every SINGLE year, the 24th, he does something to fuck everything up. Four years ago, he announced he was having an affair, the next year, he left again, the year after that when the affair was "over", the 24th the fucking whore called and asked him to come see her cause her "dog died". This year, he starts this. And you know what? I'm scared to death he's talking to her again, and gonna leave again. But part of me really hopes he does. I'm his child, not a fucking toy he can play with whenever he's bored. If he's not gonna treat me like a human I don't want him in my life at all. I don't want a birthday anymore, cause it seems like it's a curse.