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If you aren't laughing your ass off over the Resevoir Dogs/Veggie Tales thing, there's something seriously wrong with you. And if you haven't seen Resevoir Dogs, what are you waiting for?
I took O to her counselling appointment yesterday. She wanted me in there, so I went. I didn't say much and let O do most of the talking. She was very composed and matter-of-fact about everything, told her side of the story about her dad without getting weepy or upset or anything. When we left, she said she definitely wants to go back.
Her dad (hereafter to be referred to as The Exhole) called last night and I guess she told him about it. Of course, he called me today, seven shades of pissed off. Said he should have been told about it. Said she was upset about it. Said he wanted to go to the next one. I told him who the therapist was and what day the next appointment was and then I called O. Asked if she was upset about the appointment, because her dad said she was. She said, "No, I just didn't want to talk to him about it." When I asked if she wanted him at the next one, she very emphatically said, "No, I don't want him there. It's none of his business and he'd just get pissed off anyway."
After hanging up the phone and having a little gleeful chortle, I called the therapist and relayed this message into her voice mail. I hope to god the woman listens and doesn't let Exhole in. O doesn't want him there. They do have to abide by that, don't they?