rant about my dad being a crazy person
this is really long
My dad has turned into a crazy person again. it's not fun.
ok so this time wasn't as bad as it could have been. he's a lot tamer then he used to be (he hasn't hit me in years).
he came into my room last night just as i was about to start work on a maths assignment (really, i'd been procrastinating for about an hour and i was actually about to start writting something), ranting and raving about how i'm punishing my family and i should tell him why i hate them so much.
i THINK what he meant as me punishing my family was because i go out too much (which is usually only 2 or 3 nights a week, 1 or 2 of which is WORK) and the fact that i spend a lot of time in my room. i don't watch tv, i like my computer, and yes some of the time i am actually doing homework. everyone else in the family spend a lot of time in their rooms. why is it a problem when i do it? and my sister goes out more then i do. WTF!?
ok so i went out maybe 5 nights last week but it was my week off ffs! and i was working for 3 of them!
this came after i'd just spend 2 hours not in my room, cooking/eating lunch and talking to my mum. i was AT UNI b4 that so no fucking shit i wasn't home.
he tried yelling at me monday night too, when i went out to my car to get my phone which i'd left it in. idiot.
so yeah, yesterday. he came into my room ranting and raving and demanding i tell him what my problem is and why i feel the need to punish my family. of course i don't have a problem and i didn't think going out was suck a big fucking deal. so after some yelling and stomping around my room, taking extra care to stand on the few items of clothing i have on my floor, he decides he's going to sit on the end of my bed till i tell him what my problem is. i told him my only problem was that he was in my room and bugging me and being stupid but apparently that's not the right answer. after a while i gave up trying to talk sense into him to make him go away and started ignoring him.
he looked like he was getting angrier and angrier so i thought maybe it would be a good idea to move out of my room. he doesn't explode as much when there's other ppl around.
so i took my laptop and moved to the loungeroom. neutral ground, u know, like in the movies lol.
so then he sits accross from me for a while and then calls my mum over and says something like "i need u to hear this" to her. which he only ever does when he's trying to turn her against me or make her feel bad or some shit. so then he goes through the whole thing again about how im punishing my family and i hate everyone and i won't tell him what's wrong. and he goes "i can't support what you're doing. when you're ready to talk about why you hate your family so much come and tell me and we can go to councelling, i'll pay for it. but untill then i can't support what you're doing" he goes on to say that he will no longer be giving me money and he wants to cut me out of his will. i don't acutally remember the last time i asked to borrow money from him. unless he's including a couple weeks ago when i got my car serviced and he wrote a cheque and i transferred him the money immidiately, which was HIS IDEA because he reckoned it was easier then me just bringing a heap of cash.
but yeah so he's not longer supporting me. woo! whatever.
oh then he says something like "oh and because you do anything, i'd just like to say please, please don't go doing anything stupid like shooting up heroin or moving out just because i won't give you what you want. please don't be stupid about it." which is where i burst out laughing. he's compairing moving out to shooting up? he thinks i'd actually concider shooting up? WTF?! he's not longer supporting me but he doens't want me to move out.
the man makes no sense. or it's all talk. or both. arrrgh!
i would move out too. i would have moved out months ago but i don't know where im going to be going to uni next year so i don't want to move now and then have to move again in a few months. maybe i can find some already furnished share place or something. anything's looking good right now. blargh! im so over his nonsense. im sooooooo over frankston.
oh and then he spent the whole time i was eating dinner (with the rest of the family), walking past the table and giving me a dirty look and then leaving again. like he was about to sit down and eat but then saw me and decided he didn't want to. IDIOT!
it's not like he leads by example. he spends less time with the family then i do. he almost always sleeps in and when he is up he spands most of his time in his office and he RARELY eats dinner with the family even when he is home. the only time he comes out of his office is late at night to watch movies after everyone else is in bed.
then thismorning when i come out to get breakfast i get yelled at for waking him up. because once again he's passed out on the couch while watching a movie with his bottle of sherry next to him. which he does at least once or twice a week. then when i go to walk out the door to go to uni i get a "where the hell are you going? you're starting this stupid shit again already? 'i hate you all so im going out'" to which i say "uh... im going to uni, like i do every friday at this time. you're the one who's being stupid" and walk off.
because clearly doing that is going to make me want to spend more time at home. uh huh. yeah, i just love it when he yells at me. it makes so totally love spending more time with him. oh and it's a real motivator for doing homework too! w00t!
i can see the next few weeks are going to suck.
just in time for exams too! GREAT!
ARRGH!!!!
My dad has turned into a crazy person again. it's not fun.
ok so this time wasn't as bad as it could have been. he's a lot tamer then he used to be (he hasn't hit me in years).
he came into my room last night just as i was about to start work on a maths assignment (really, i'd been procrastinating for about an hour and i was actually about to start writting something), ranting and raving about how i'm punishing my family and i should tell him why i hate them so much.
i THINK what he meant as me punishing my family was because i go out too much (which is usually only 2 or 3 nights a week, 1 or 2 of which is WORK) and the fact that i spend a lot of time in my room. i don't watch tv, i like my computer, and yes some of the time i am actually doing homework. everyone else in the family spend a lot of time in their rooms. why is it a problem when i do it? and my sister goes out more then i do. WTF!?
ok so i went out maybe 5 nights last week but it was my week off ffs! and i was working for 3 of them!
this came after i'd just spend 2 hours not in my room, cooking/eating lunch and talking to my mum. i was AT UNI b4 that so no fucking shit i wasn't home.
he tried yelling at me monday night too, when i went out to my car to get my phone which i'd left it in. idiot.
so yeah, yesterday. he came into my room ranting and raving and demanding i tell him what my problem is and why i feel the need to punish my family. of course i don't have a problem and i didn't think going out was suck a big fucking deal. so after some yelling and stomping around my room, taking extra care to stand on the few items of clothing i have on my floor, he decides he's going to sit on the end of my bed till i tell him what my problem is. i told him my only problem was that he was in my room and bugging me and being stupid but apparently that's not the right answer. after a while i gave up trying to talk sense into him to make him go away and started ignoring him.
he looked like he was getting angrier and angrier so i thought maybe it would be a good idea to move out of my room. he doesn't explode as much when there's other ppl around.
so i took my laptop and moved to the loungeroom. neutral ground, u know, like in the movies lol.
so then he sits accross from me for a while and then calls my mum over and says something like "i need u to hear this" to her. which he only ever does when he's trying to turn her against me or make her feel bad or some shit. so then he goes through the whole thing again about how im punishing my family and i hate everyone and i won't tell him what's wrong. and he goes "i can't support what you're doing. when you're ready to talk about why you hate your family so much come and tell me and we can go to councelling, i'll pay for it. but untill then i can't support what you're doing" he goes on to say that he will no longer be giving me money and he wants to cut me out of his will. i don't acutally remember the last time i asked to borrow money from him. unless he's including a couple weeks ago when i got my car serviced and he wrote a cheque and i transferred him the money immidiately, which was HIS IDEA because he reckoned it was easier then me just bringing a heap of cash.
but yeah so he's not longer supporting me. woo! whatever.
oh then he says something like "oh and because you do anything, i'd just like to say please, please don't go doing anything stupid like shooting up heroin or moving out just because i won't give you what you want. please don't be stupid about it." which is where i burst out laughing. he's compairing moving out to shooting up? he thinks i'd actually concider shooting up? WTF?! he's not longer supporting me but he doens't want me to move out.
the man makes no sense. or it's all talk. or both. arrrgh!
i would move out too. i would have moved out months ago but i don't know where im going to be going to uni next year so i don't want to move now and then have to move again in a few months. maybe i can find some already furnished share place or something. anything's looking good right now. blargh! im so over his nonsense. im sooooooo over frankston.
oh and then he spent the whole time i was eating dinner (with the rest of the family), walking past the table and giving me a dirty look and then leaving again. like he was about to sit down and eat but then saw me and decided he didn't want to. IDIOT!
it's not like he leads by example. he spends less time with the family then i do. he almost always sleeps in and when he is up he spands most of his time in his office and he RARELY eats dinner with the family even when he is home. the only time he comes out of his office is late at night to watch movies after everyone else is in bed.
then thismorning when i come out to get breakfast i get yelled at for waking him up. because once again he's passed out on the couch while watching a movie with his bottle of sherry next to him. which he does at least once or twice a week. then when i go to walk out the door to go to uni i get a "where the hell are you going? you're starting this stupid shit again already? 'i hate you all so im going out'" to which i say "uh... im going to uni, like i do every friday at this time. you're the one who's being stupid" and walk off.
because clearly doing that is going to make me want to spend more time at home. uh huh. yeah, i just love it when he yells at me. it makes so totally love spending more time with him. oh and it's a real motivator for doing homework too! w00t!
i can see the next few weeks are going to suck.
just in time for exams too! GREAT!
ARRGH!!!!