Oh, I almost forgot to include my father's take on my going to a counselor!
My father called me mid-morning to see if I could run an errand for him at 12:30. I told him that I could do it later but that I had an appointment at 12. I told him where I was going and why.
His response is sure to be an instant classic in my book.
He said (voice raised, of course), "Well, hell, they're gonna tell you to kick his a$$ out of the house! That's what they'll say! They oughta say that, anyway!"
Then he mumbled something about a "no good son of a [edited for content]" before we said goodbye.
