I think he made me hate him
*sigh*
So, it's a very long story, and I'm already mentally and emotionally exhausted from the ordeal, so I just don't feel like typing it all out. But I'll try to explain in a very short and to-the-point manner.
My dad has a long history of costing me jobs. From taking away my vehicle (his favorite) to calling me at work and threatening me.
And, he's done it again. But this time, he's cost Dale his job instead of me.
He normally freaks out on Mondays,... it's some weird psychological issue I guess. But this Monday,.. he really flipped out.
I'll try to explain why...
I think I made a post already about how Derrick didn't pay us. Well, that's what made dad go bonkers. At first, he was really supportive of us and told us that we need to stick to our guns and do whatever we could to make Derrick pay up. But then, suddenly, it was our fault that we were broke. It was our fault that we were in this situation. Dad came back home from loading Monday morning because he forgot his shaving bag. He blamed that on me since he dragged me out of bed at 6am to cuss me out about the money situation and that ordeal distracted him from being able to properly prepare for work. So, when Dale went to check on all the noise he was making when he came in, Dad launched an attack and demanded the keys to the Tacoma (the truck we were buying from him). He immediately started verbally attacking Dale, telling him that he was an obnoxious smart-ass, cocky, s.o.b. and worthless, etc. It soon escalated into much harsher language. Dale simply handed him the keys and asked one question, "what did I do to deserve this?". Oh, but dad has plenty of excuses in his delusional fucked up head. So, he went on to explain that Dale ate too much...... and other, much more embarrassing shoddy explanations to justify this abuse.
I went and grabbed Dale by the arm and coaxed him back into the bedroom all the while yelling over my dad's spitting and screaming, "Come on! He's not making any sense! Just get back to the room and leave it alone!".
Dad actually stood outside the door and screamed at us how worthless we are and that he wants us out when he gets back, etc until Debbie finally dragged him away.
The cause of all this? Dad was pissed off at us because we weren't taking his advice on how to handle Derrick.... a situation he knows absolutely jack SHIT about. Did we ask him for money? No. Did we ask him for anything?? No.
In fact, as I mentioned before, he dragged me out of bed that morning to cuss me out because I apparently wasn't the slightest bit concerned about not getting the check....
How about that?
Yeah, well, as I recall, I came home bawling because of that and THAT dip-shit witnessed it. HE was the one that tried to calm me down and convince me that we could handle it. So,.. I'm starting to question my dad's sanity.
I've been watching his behavior over the months. I've been watching it slowly deteriorate into a terrifying personality not unlike how he use to act back when he abused alcohol. And I've come to believe that his biggest problem with us is that we have our whole lives ahead of us....
I seriously think he's JUST NOW going through a mid-life crisis... at 60.
He knows that he's not where he wants to be at his age. He knows that the only one responsible for that is himself. And he constantly complains about Dale. Like when he decides to work outside with no shirt on, or when he ravenously consumes an awesome dinner I make. I really think he's jealous. I think he's jealous of his youth. He sees all the things that Dale can do and what he has to look forward to in life with a good, hard-working woman at his side, and it makes him sick.
It's the only logical explanation I can come up with. But if you asked him what his problem was, it will always be the same story,... us. We're lazy, we don't do anything, we're mooches, we don't spend ALL of our money buying things for the house and groceries. But in reality, we've never had the money to do that with. All of our money has gone to bills while we were working for him for the past year and a half. That's another thing. When I mention that we did that because he needed help, he quickly informs us that he could've taken the route back at any time.
So,... I wonder why he was on the couch for the last month and a half with his eyes glued to Fox News. I wonder why he nearly screamed every time he had to go to the bathroom.
The man is losing it. He's delusional. And he's trying to take it out on us and bring us to our knees. But,.. I really feel sad for him. I wonder if my late sister's words will be echoing in his ears once we leave.
"You're going to die a lonely, bitter, old man...."
So, it's a very long story, and I'm already mentally and emotionally exhausted from the ordeal, so I just don't feel like typing it all out. But I'll try to explain in a very short and to-the-point manner.
My dad has a long history of costing me jobs. From taking away my vehicle (his favorite) to calling me at work and threatening me.
And, he's done it again. But this time, he's cost Dale his job instead of me.
He normally freaks out on Mondays,... it's some weird psychological issue I guess. But this Monday,.. he really flipped out.
I'll try to explain why...
I think I made a post already about how Derrick didn't pay us. Well, that's what made dad go bonkers. At first, he was really supportive of us and told us that we need to stick to our guns and do whatever we could to make Derrick pay up. But then, suddenly, it was our fault that we were broke. It was our fault that we were in this situation. Dad came back home from loading Monday morning because he forgot his shaving bag. He blamed that on me since he dragged me out of bed at 6am to cuss me out about the money situation and that ordeal distracted him from being able to properly prepare for work. So, when Dale went to check on all the noise he was making when he came in, Dad launched an attack and demanded the keys to the Tacoma (the truck we were buying from him). He immediately started verbally attacking Dale, telling him that he was an obnoxious smart-ass, cocky, s.o.b. and worthless, etc. It soon escalated into much harsher language. Dale simply handed him the keys and asked one question, "what did I do to deserve this?". Oh, but dad has plenty of excuses in his delusional fucked up head. So, he went on to explain that Dale ate too much...... and other, much more embarrassing shoddy explanations to justify this abuse.
I went and grabbed Dale by the arm and coaxed him back into the bedroom all the while yelling over my dad's spitting and screaming, "Come on! He's not making any sense! Just get back to the room and leave it alone!".
Dad actually stood outside the door and screamed at us how worthless we are and that he wants us out when he gets back, etc until Debbie finally dragged him away.
The cause of all this? Dad was pissed off at us because we weren't taking his advice on how to handle Derrick.... a situation he knows absolutely jack SHIT about. Did we ask him for money? No. Did we ask him for anything?? No.
In fact, as I mentioned before, he dragged me out of bed that morning to cuss me out because I apparently wasn't the slightest bit concerned about not getting the check....
How about that?
Yeah, well, as I recall, I came home bawling because of that and THAT dip-shit witnessed it. HE was the one that tried to calm me down and convince me that we could handle it. So,.. I'm starting to question my dad's sanity.
I've been watching his behavior over the months. I've been watching it slowly deteriorate into a terrifying personality not unlike how he use to act back when he abused alcohol. And I've come to believe that his biggest problem with us is that we have our whole lives ahead of us....
I seriously think he's JUST NOW going through a mid-life crisis... at 60.
He knows that he's not where he wants to be at his age. He knows that the only one responsible for that is himself. And he constantly complains about Dale. Like when he decides to work outside with no shirt on, or when he ravenously consumes an awesome dinner I make. I really think he's jealous. I think he's jealous of his youth. He sees all the things that Dale can do and what he has to look forward to in life with a good, hard-working woman at his side, and it makes him sick.
It's the only logical explanation I can come up with. But if you asked him what his problem was, it will always be the same story,... us. We're lazy, we don't do anything, we're mooches, we don't spend ALL of our money buying things for the house and groceries. But in reality, we've never had the money to do that with. All of our money has gone to bills while we were working for him for the past year and a half. That's another thing. When I mention that we did that because he needed help, he quickly informs us that he could've taken the route back at any time.
So,... I wonder why he was on the couch for the last month and a half with his eyes glued to Fox News. I wonder why he nearly screamed every time he had to go to the bathroom.
The man is losing it. He's delusional. And he's trying to take it out on us and bring us to our knees. But,.. I really feel sad for him. I wonder if my late sister's words will be echoing in his ears once we leave.
"You're going to die a lonely, bitter, old man...."