I can't understand how my dad has a girlfriend. To give you an idea of the kind of guy he is he throws the last sips of tea into the trashcan. Not the sink. The trashcan. My mom used to tell him to wash the dishes, he would go, look at them and tell her "there is still room in the sink. I'll wash them tomorrow". He isn't the kind of guy that missed a highway exit, blames the highway screaming and punches the car. Would I keep going?

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