Last night, my partner's, Pete's dad had a major rant fest and it wasn't good at all!

Yesterday night, Pete and I had had a chinese take out and although we hadn't cleaned up after ourselves it was fully intended that we were going to later on. However upon walking into the house pretty much drunk, Pete's dad has a slight rant calling the place a s**t tip!

We go and tidy that up, to which I say that I'll read Pete some Harry Potter if he were to pick up my lap top. The best thing to do when his dad is in a mood like that is to buttong up and disappear.

While waiting upstairs for Pete I heard his dad talking heatedly to Pete calling me lazy, saying I really needed to pull my weight around the house more! That what I was pushing him to the limit. Due to having been ill all that day I began to cry as I believe I do try to help out, though things were made worse when Pete came into the room and burst into tears. Hugging him I tried to comfort him when his dad burst into the room looking livid!

From what I can remember these are his main words:

"What the FUCK do you do all day?! My son used to be a respectable well mannered young man, what have you DONE to him! Now you can't walk out of f**king jobs just because it suits you! You either help out round the FUCKING house or you're out that Fucking door and going home!"

I was terrified, I've never seen Pete's dad like that before, he was crying, I was crying, Pete was crying! I was so scared I was going to be kicked out the house. After a while Jim (Pete's dad) called Pete to come downstairs. I could hear Jim calling me a lazy Bitch, saying that if it weren't for the fact that Pete loved me he would have gone upstairs and sent me packing that same night!

I couldn't understand what had caused him to act like this, last night I had a severe shock attack, my chest went tight and I believe I passed out a couple of times on Pete!

I got an apology this morning off Jim saying that he had had a crap day yesterday, that he was feeling crap too and that he'd had too much to drink and things just sprialled out of control.

I'm ok now but I'm still bruised from what he said to me, I can only hope that I can move on from this and not have to put up with anymore arguments like that.

I really needed to get that off my chest, I've blitzed Pete's bedroom, and I tried my hardest in an interview today, I'm trying to turn things around, but I'm terrified that I've wrecked a perfectly stable family.
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