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It's funny how my Dad's been in such a great mood (or rather, and "improved" mood) since Jordan left, and he hasn't snapped at me even once since then. At least, until last night. I understand that he's been sick and he doesn't feel well, but... It's really no excuse to be an asshole. And I was starting to think, after not being snapped at for a while, that it really didn't hurt, that I simply overreacted. I discovered last night that was false. It hurts. Especially when he knows just what to say to break me down.
And it started over something stupid. I was in the bathroom, after I'd taken a shower. Just relaxing with my laptop, since Heather had gone to bed at 10 again, and I don't LIKE going to bed that early. Manda comes in and asks if I mind if she uses the bathroom. I tell her I don't care, leave the room, and come back when she's done. She asks if I mind if she washes her face while I'm in the bathroom. I tell her I don't care, she turns the water on, the toilet starts to overflow. Both of us are standing there in shock, neither of us know what to do, but I know that if my laptop gets wet, it's going to be a dead piece of equipment. I unplug it and pick it up, and tell Manda to get my Dad, who already was in the kitchen getting icecream.
He's in a sour mood already, looks at us like we're both incompetent, and goes, "WHAT, NEITHER OF YOU KNOW HOW TO FUCKING FIX THIS?" We don't, of course, so he takes the top off the thinger in the back of the toilet, messes with something, and it stops. We already put down towels to stop the water from getting all over the floor, but by this point, he's LIVID PISSED and just starts saying whatever comes to mind. And that's when the most hurtful stuff starts. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN HERE, ANYWAY." He demands, giving me the LIVID PISSED scowl. And I tried to calmly explain that I had taken a shower, and Heather went to bed, and so I was just hanging out in the bathroom because there's nowhere else in the house I can go where I won't disturb anyone.
He flips OUT. "THIS STAYING UP TO FUCKING ONE HAS FUCKING GOT TO FUCKING STOP." He starts ranting about things (I'm really trying NOT to remember what he said), and when the toilet is done being fixed, he grumps up the stairs. At this point, I'm like, one word away from bursting into tears. And Manda had been there for the whole thing, just standing there. I can't believe he'd blow up at me like that right in front of her. I felt so shitty. I told Nik (the only person I was talking to on the computer) that I was going to bed, and then I did. And I cried for a good twenty minutes or so.
I really hate him sometimes. I'm tired of everyone being all, "He doesn't mean it," "He's trying to look out for you," "He's worried about you," "He just wants what's best for you," "He's trying," etc. Or best yet, "Just deal with it," or "Try to forget it."
Bless her heart, apparently Manda told Nik that my Dad was being an ass, and so he wrote me an adorable offline message, and then called me today to make sure I was doing okay. He's ridiculously sweet. <3
...Now I should probably clean my room before my Dad goes on another tyrade.
And I feel like I'm getting sick again.
And it started over something stupid. I was in the bathroom, after I'd taken a shower. Just relaxing with my laptop, since Heather had gone to bed at 10 again, and I don't LIKE going to bed that early. Manda comes in and asks if I mind if she uses the bathroom. I tell her I don't care, leave the room, and come back when she's done. She asks if I mind if she washes her face while I'm in the bathroom. I tell her I don't care, she turns the water on, the toilet starts to overflow. Both of us are standing there in shock, neither of us know what to do, but I know that if my laptop gets wet, it's going to be a dead piece of equipment. I unplug it and pick it up, and tell Manda to get my Dad, who already was in the kitchen getting icecream.
He's in a sour mood already, looks at us like we're both incompetent, and goes, "WHAT, NEITHER OF YOU KNOW HOW TO FUCKING FIX THIS?" We don't, of course, so he takes the top off the thinger in the back of the toilet, messes with something, and it stops. We already put down towels to stop the water from getting all over the floor, but by this point, he's LIVID PISSED and just starts saying whatever comes to mind. And that's when the most hurtful stuff starts. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN HERE, ANYWAY." He demands, giving me the LIVID PISSED scowl. And I tried to calmly explain that I had taken a shower, and Heather went to bed, and so I was just hanging out in the bathroom because there's nowhere else in the house I can go where I won't disturb anyone.
He flips OUT. "THIS STAYING UP TO FUCKING ONE HAS FUCKING GOT TO FUCKING STOP." He starts ranting about things (I'm really trying NOT to remember what he said), and when the toilet is done being fixed, he grumps up the stairs. At this point, I'm like, one word away from bursting into tears. And Manda had been there for the whole thing, just standing there. I can't believe he'd blow up at me like that right in front of her. I felt so shitty. I told Nik (the only person I was talking to on the computer) that I was going to bed, and then I did. And I cried for a good twenty minutes or so.
I really hate him sometimes. I'm tired of everyone being all, "He doesn't mean it," "He's trying to look out for you," "He's worried about you," "He just wants what's best for you," "He's trying," etc. Or best yet, "Just deal with it," or "Try to forget it."
Bless her heart, apparently Manda told Nik that my Dad was being an ass, and so he wrote me an adorable offline message, and then called me today to make sure I was doing okay. He's ridiculously sweet. <3
...Now I should probably clean my room before my Dad goes on another tyrade.
And I feel like I'm getting sick again.