What the fuck IS wrong with your head, anyway? I wont lie, I haven't been around the world as much as you have. In fact, if you were to compare us, I guess you could say that I've lived a pretty sheltered life. But be that as it may, I have still seen some pretty fucked up things in my time on this little ball of dirt, and nothing... NOTHING has yet to compare to a low-life like you. Trying to cause family drama and work up a 68 year old man who is not only severely ill, but in the process of going through Chemotherapy for BONE CANCER?! How pathetic do you really have to be, and how much to you actually have to hate yourself to try and take what (heaven forbid) may be your own father's last few years on this planet, and turn them into nothing but stress? To try and spread rumors to make his other children turn their backs on him when he needs them the most, and all for what? To make yourself look better? You fail to realize that he has been playing this game with you for over 30 years. So have they. NO ONE believes a single word of your bullshit, and you're only making yourself look even worse (if that's even possible) in everyone's eyes for trying. Did you REALLY think that it would work? Did you REALLY think that after 30 years, no one would expect this from you, and would do anything other than just ignore you completely like the tantrum-throwing child that you are? You really thought that you could work your old father up in a tizzy when he's this sick, just so you could have a chuckle at his expense, didn't you?
Well, here's some information you seem to have forgotten- He's MY father, too. And you may have somehow gotten the notion that I am as stupid as you once were (dare I say 'and still are today'?), but I saw you coming a mile away. I'm not going to go running to dad, asking him if what you said is true, because that will only upset him, and I refuse to let you get your sleazy way while he's too sick to cut you down himself. But do you know what he'd say to me if I did tell him? He'd say "Is he really up to this shit AGAIN?!", we'd all have a few laughs at your expense, but inside he would still be secretly hurting because the son he THOUGHT he had finally reconciled with has turned on him once more. I wont put him through that to set my own mind at ease about what may or may not have been said. I know my father. You obviously do not.
You ran to his house, showing him my myspace account (which is harmless, by the way, for anyone reading this. I'm not an internet hooker or anything, I just swear a lot) and said "Look what your daughter is doing online!" ...REALLY?! Not only is this amusing because he called me right afterwards, told me what you did, and we both laughed at your pettiness, but also because in your past X-number of years of barely noticing my existence, you have failed to notice that I am no longer a child. In fact, I am almost 23 years old. Still young? Yes. But also living on my own, supporting myself with a REAL job (how's your drug trafficking enterprise, by the way?), and only a few years too old to be sent to my room for having naughty things posted online. Nice try though. That was... Um.. Oh, who am I kidding?! That's a fucking stretch!! "Look at her evil Myspace profile"? Come on now. Even you could do better than that. It's funny how embarrassed you got and immediately stopped talking to me once I called you on it, too. Fucking coward. You didn't think I would, did you?
But in all seriousness, this is really beyond low. Our father had to drag his sick behind out of bed, and drive an entire state over to come and see you, because you were too 'busy' to come up here and see him. He screamed at you in a way that only our father knows how to about how much of an inconsiderate prick you are. My sister and I? Oh, we didn't hear his lecture because we WERE calling, and we WERE visiting him when he was trying to get ahold of you. So no, he didnt bitch at us for not caring, because he knows that we do. But you didnt know that, did you? So what did you do? You sent me messages saying how dad was mad at ALL of us for not visiting (trying to lessen the blame off of yourself, I imagine), and that he blames my boyfriend for me not being there because we only have one car that he has to take to work on my days off. Excuse me?! But my father would never BLAME anyone for something like that. In fact, he would understand it more than anyone else I know, because he's been there (not that you were around to see it). And even if he did, in some part of his mind blame my boyfriend, he would NEVER say it outloud, and certainly not to a scumbag like you.
But that's the point, isn't it? Get me mad at dad, or get me to ask dad so that he gets all flustered. What's next? Are you going to push someone in a wheelchair down the stairs, too? You were diagnosed a 'sociopath' when you were a kid. Obviously, somethings never change. You're a disrespectful basket case now, and for the sake of your own sanity, you better PRAY that nothing happens to dad anytime soon, because it will be the last time I ever speak to you. Not because I blame you for any of this, but because MY father is the only bond left that still holds us together. If anything should happen to him (God forbid), I will never have to look at you again. You will be nothing more than an unpleasant memory until the day they plant you in the ground. And if you are unfortunate enough to be there when I am, I hope to God that you grow balls big enough to lie to my face. I'll tear your tongue right out of your head. It'll be the nicest thing anyone ever did for you.