Just Dropped a Smaller Bomb...

Since I've decided to talk less and do more about me-myself-and-i, lots of things happened that I'm not talking about. Today I realized most of my family still doesn't know I broke up with my last bf, whom they all know and find him to be the nice guy he is. Anyway, dad missed the conversation so I did a rerun of the show in the evening.


Me: I realized you guys didn't know we broke up, so I just wanted to make it clear.
Dad: What a surprise.


Me: Just so you won't be saying how you're always the last one to hear what's going on. (Even if he actually was this time.)
Dad: ...


Me: Don't say you didn't see this coming? (I thought everyone was already waiting for it to happen for some reason.)
Dad: It's not like anyone would want to stay with a smart-a** like you.


Me: You wouldn't consider I happen to be the one not wanting to stay with him? Or the previous one for that matter? Maybe I set up my expectations a bit too ... well, I guess I only have one: how much he drinks.


Dad: ... So ___ (previous boyfriend whom he liked a lot, I suppose) drinks too much?


Me: I'd say he's got a pretty good potential, yes.
Dad: ...


Then he was nagging about how I won't find another guy who'd do anything for my lazy smart-a** butt because they don't make that type anmore etc etc to avoid the actual theme. As I said, it was just a smaller bomb, no fight followed, my brother gave me a thumb up, when the bomb hit the target. We'll see what tomorrow brings ...