This is the question that was on my mind all weekend. Here is why: In the words of my satanic sister, I was busted. How you might ask? As I am almost 30 years old, live in my own home, drive my own car, pay my own way. How could I possible be busted? Perhaps drugs? Nope I don't touch the stuff. DUI, wrong again, I don't drive when I'm drunk. Here ya go. My car was seen at Philly's motel room......BUSTED! The Mom and Dad were dropping off a friend that stays at that particular hotel and there in the parking lot, was my car. Oh the horror, the shame.

Not to state the obvious or anything. but. ya. I'm 30 years old. Not even the point. I hear this little tidbit of 'busted' information from my sister, the one and only. I would like to sprinkle her with holy water just to see what happens. The truth is that she is jealous, she is married with 2 kids and she is only 25. She also gets regular talking to from the parental units, cuz she likes to show here boobs to anyone that will look when she is drunk. Good times. She takes great joy in telling me about stuff that she thinks I am going to get in trouble for. Funny shit is that I am not going to get in trouble, I don't have to listen to the family shit anymore. No more "if you live under this roof, you follow these rules". I follow my own rules, bitches.

Back to the point. The shameful event happen on Thursday night. I got the news Friday afternoon. Something similar had happened about 6 years ago when I was with Rodrigo. My Dad had seen my vehicle at his house and went ballistic. Sure I was 23 and had been dating him for 2 years. Anyway he freaked out and called me a slut. Yup. Sweet. I love my Dad but he is an ass sometimes. He likes us kids to do what he feels we should, he has a hard time with us and free agency. I don't love confrontation, especially with my Dad. For the rest of Friday I was on pins and needles. Usually he calls and yells, then the hung head shake the next few times he sees me.

I thought getting busted was pretty damn funny myself. I told T about the 'event' and she almost peed in her pants. She knows how the Dad is also. She was working up a defense for me, "you have been in a monogamous relationship for 4 months. You are not a slut." I had also worked up a defense in my head, I knew there was a battle coming. I know how dumb it sounds, but I was going to get yelled at by my Dad.

I thought about it all night, getting madder and madder. Why should I have to defend myself? T was a whole bunch of help. She said that if they plan another intervention, don't go. No shit, Sherlock. The family went camping for the weekend, luckily I did not go. I had calmed down by the time they got home.

Mom called and asked if I wanted to go to dinner with she and Dad? Was this a trap? Were they going to pack me off to a convent? They had already tried to send me to my aunt's house, when I was 21. I agreed to the invitation, but I wanted to take my own car. Mom said don't worry I will pick you up. Surely this was a trap. I made sure I had my phone in my hands at all times, you know just in case I was shoved into a trunk. Mom was in the car alone. I had a chance to talk to her. She is a whole lot more opened minded than Dad. I asked her if he was going to call me a Slut? She had already told him that he better just shut his mouth and not be an asshole. Thanks Mom!

All that worry for nothing.-V