He dislikes me. He loves me, but he doesn't like me at all. He's sorry he spent so much on my education. He doesn't like the way I turned out at all. He thinks I should be able to handle mean criticism. He believes that I have no psych disorders and am just a spoiled brat and a drama queen, and that if I had the connections or street smarts to be able to acquire some, I would be doing heavy drugs but seeing as how I don't I rely on doctors as my dealers. He never seemed that happy that he was a grandfather, though he does love Lars (I think). I think he also might think (as do other people) that me and Stan are not suitable parents because we're too messed up and spoiled. Or rather, that Stan is a psychiatric/psychological mess and I'm the drama queen that hooked up with him because I like drama. He thinks Stan is crazy and that he used me. He thinks Stan is pathetic. He thinks Stan and I are obsessed with psychiatry and using legal drugs to make ourselves less miserable, and that we don't believe in any God. He thinks we're boring as well because we never went out during the whole year that I was down there with him; that we just went to the grocery store, the charities for pregnant women, the doctors' appointments, restaurants and Super Happy Fun Land once (run by Aspies), and the mental hospital, where I was actually able to socialize. When we're both depressed (me and Stan) we get really boring and I should tell my father that it's a shame but we do get very boring when we're depressed. When we're manic we're wonderful tho.