Dad just came back into my room and flopped down on my bed. Mom comes in and says “Have you told him yet?” and leaves. Of course I’m fucking pissed as fuck. Way to throw me under the bus, mom. So I’m trying to think of the best way to explain this to dad because this is what I’ve been dreading the most. I expected mom to have my back in this and obviously that didn’t work out so of course I’m expecting this to be a huge fight.
I spell it out for him as best I can….
And he just sighs and says “I don’t know how we would make that work, but I can see what you mean about your portfolio….”
"Well, I would only be taking two classes so I could work too and use that money to pay on my tuition."
"Or you could take an extra class and use that to build up your portfolio more."
I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I’m no gonna complain.