Hello there.

So, that Sunday morning at the Marriott suite in Pensacola, Florida, I woke up while my dad was taking a shower before I took mine. I was excited to eat at a free breakfast at the lobby since I haven eaten from a hotel lobby in a year and half, it was at a different hotel that my mom and I stayed for only one night because my mom and I were attending the Juneteenth class reunion cookout by the long abandoned high school where my mom graduated from long time ago. It was at her hometown near the Mississippi-Alabama state line. The cookout there was nice.

Okay, now let's get back to the story from this Sunday.

I stayed at a Marriott suite in Pensacola because I wanted to go to Pensacola Beach which is only like a 30 minute drive. I drove all the time, my dad was just riding, and didn't want to take turns. I went to Pensacola Beach because I wanted to go to the Quietwater Beach boardwalk just to look at the waves, the lights, and also listen to some 80s and Japanese city pop music in my old tablet or MP3 player. Started only 4 hours until dark. I drove back to the hotel in Pensacola.

Finally, lets get to the Sunday morning before my dad and I check out one day early...

So my dad and I were walking to the breakfast buffet in the lobby. There were like 15 people including us in the lobby getting their breakfast. I picked up a plate and put a few patty sausages, scrambled eggs, and hash brown... I put that plate on the table where my dad was sitting. And then, I walk to two waffle makers with a 3 minute countdown. I filled the cup with pancake batter to pour into the maker, close it and flip it. I habe my 4 mini waffles ready, waitingfor 3 minutes. I see the other maker available to be used, so I fill up another cup of the batter and pour it into the other maker. That makes it 8 mini pancakes.

I got one mini waffle reading and sat on the table and I put some of my favorite chocolate chips on my mini waffles.

And then my dad was not happy with me having all 8 mini waffles and quietly talked shit about that and telling me to be greedy and selfish....

My dad has been stressing me out when I was trying to eat my food slowly but kept saying that I was supposed to cut my sausages and pancakes into pieces before chewing it up... Like I know what to do! He also talked shit at me for letting the other waffles cold. That's because I didn't do one waffle at the time...

Honestly it really pissed me off how he really tells me how I eat and his non-stop talking about how I should eat really pisses me off. I really start shaking a little but because I haven't handle him anymore... even worse, my dad theeatened to put me back into the room if I keep acting kike that such as getting mad ot upset at him

Actually, I made an honest mistake.... I actually got carried away with the waffles... I should have waited and give people time to make their own waffles before I made another one.

This is the reason why I hate having my dad to come with me to the places that I wish to go to... I can take this shit anymore.

I would have gotten my mom to take me to Pensacola to spend a night and Pensacola Beach but my mom doesn't like beaches... So that's why I told my dad about it which he accepted because it was the only way to have my experience near the beach for the first time since the last time we went to Gulf Shores for a family reunion last decade.

I would have been happy and wonderful if my mom were with us because she had to stay because she didn't want to miss watching the Alabama game with her friend.