Writing My Wrongs

My father said, "he has no reason to lie to me. He told me that he had moved to New Jersey and that he would be there for a couple of months to get his head right and his life on track...or something like that."

I reminded my father that he never had a reason to lie...he's habitual. He does it for no reason, about everything...his words can't be trusted, period.

My father said, "but Sweet Pea", as if my petname would make me better understand.
"But Sweet Pea, he has no reason to lie to me. I opened my home to him, broke bread with him...he wouldn't lie to me."

Now I am getting frustrated and a little mad because...yea daddy, I hear you. But if I did all that you have done, AS WELL AS, gave him my body; my love and 2 years of my life and he lied to me all the way thru it...what makes my father think that he has somehow found integrity with him? If he can call me a liar, a bitch, stupid and a loser to prove a point to another woman...after all that he has told me, all the love he's professed he had for me...why dad, can you not understand that he could lie to you too?

My dad believed that there was a certain honor and integrity amongst men...a sort of man code I guess.

"Well dad, he was there at the bar last night "coincidentally", he is still living here, he's not going anywhere, he told you that in hopes that you'd tell me that...it was a lie to get me to hopefully talk to him when he was stalking my cellphone."

Uncharacteristically, my daddy cussed, "that muthafucka. I CAN NOT believe him. He didn't have to tell me anything..."
And then he trailed off, as he tried to internally understand such a man...

All I could do is shake my head and say, "I told you how he was. You have to take everything he says with a grain of salt. He lies to find his own comfort. He doesn't know the definition of honor or integrity."

And then I changed the subject because...he never had a reason to lie.
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My auntie sent me the below link...I may just be finding out about this and this very well might be old as dirt...but it's scaaaary.
Not that I have anything to hide but...just the thought...

Cellphones
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I just realized that I have a lot of little stuff that I could probably throw away...that had a little bit of sentimental value. However, I threw away all my Mardi Gras beads...I am ditching my stuffed panda that was bought to look over me when I was alone. But I am also relaizing that I horde paper...tablet after tablet of writings that never had an ending to thier beginning.
It's actually sort of traumatizing moving...Blah.

One last thing...
I opened up the pantry door and I am just curious as to why my roomie would need 7 boxes of Special K cereal...just wondering...are they going out of business and she wants to make sure she has her fav cereal...is she on some special diet that I have never heard of...is there a door-to-door service that specializes in selling Special K, like girl scout cookies...just wondering.