You know that phrase, 'When it rains, it pours?' That's what I'm going through right now. When something bad happens to me, it's never just one bad thing, it's always a bunch of shit thrown at me all at once.

So...it started on last Thursday, the 20th. My boyfriend and I broke up and I've been feeling down about that lately. That was a bad weekend because I stepped on the scale the other day and saw I gained three pounds since the last time I checked. Most likely from the comfort food that I turn to when I'm feeling down... Then on Sunday my dad decided he wanted to yell at me for not paying him back quickly enough for the money that I owe him.

Let me give you a little background, back in March when I was unemployed, my car needed some repairs to get up and running again, and my mom wasn't in a position to help me, so my dad stepped up and paid the repair bill for me. So now that I have my annual car insurance premium paid off and I'm only one payment away from paying off my Chevron credit card I used to buy gas with, I have not forgotten what my dad for me, and I'm fully aware that I need to start paying him back after I got the other more urgent issues taken care of. (More pressing because those two other things charge interest and will cost me more in the long run if I don't pay it off quicker)

But apparently, my dad didn't like that I wasn't giving him EVERY SINGLE PENNY from my paychecks to work on paying him back, so he had himself a huge temper tantrum, took away my debit card, flipped a table (I'm not making this up, he literally flipped a fucking table), and told me to not even bother cashing my checks at the bank now, just give them to him and he'll decide how much money to give me for gas to get back and forth to work, and that's it. He's keeping the rest of the money until my debt to him is paid off in full.

He got really upset after he forced me to log onto my checking account online, made me pull up my balance and account history, and saw me spending a little bit of my money here and there for getting take-out once a week or going to Target and getting shampoo, shaving cream, baking supplies, and insoles for my work shoes. Yes, maybe I should have saved up a little better, but at the same time, I'm not blowing through money like it's going out of style. He's spent more money on going to Dodger baseball games in the past 2 weeks than I've spent in a month on treating myself to lunch every now and then. >=/

And now I've got an unexpected bill pop up and I need $65 as soon as possible, by Thursday. I'm already low on gas, I only have $30 left in my account after my dad made me write a check out to him that took away pretty much all my pay, and even if I did go and take out that money, I can't get away with it because my dad is watching my account like a fucking hawk now. I'm thinking about what I have lying around my house I can sell for quick cash, because I'm getting a little desperate now. Telling my dad to give me back some of my money to pay this unexpected expense is not an option either, because that would open up a whole other can of worms I'm not ready to delve into now...

Ugh, this is just so fucking typical of my life. Next thing I know, I'll probably lose this job I've been working really hard to keep because if it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all.