I don't like him

I don't like him anymore.

I don't like him when he's breathing.

I don't like him when he's fawning over his stupid illegal drug.

I don't like him when he's speaking.

I don't like him when he's sleeping.

I don't like him when he's being.

He's a pompous asshole who thinks he's gods gift.

He thinks just because he gets money (without working, may I add) he is entitled to tell me what to do.

I don't fucking think so.

You're not my dad.

You'll never be my dad.

I don't care how old you are!

You never respected me!

SO, why should I even try to respect you!?!

All he does is sit there in the kitchen, acting like King of MJ, playing his games on his phone, watching tv too loudly and hounding people who fucking come through.

HE ALSO PROPOSED RULES ON DISHES.

What am I supposed to do; not eat!?!

SCREW YOU!

I won't play by your rules!

I'm buying plastic and paper; so you can fuck off.