I need to vent, and I can't do it on Facebook, because I've got relatives on there
As much as I love my father, he can be a real fucking jackass sometimes.
Originally, I was covered under his company's insurance. The policy said that I'd have full coverage (health, emergency, prescription, and dental) until I turned 23. Well, of course, I turned 23 last month, so my dad decided "Well, you're still a student, so I'll look for a policy that will cover you for another year."
He sends me some info via e-mail showing me two different policies he was mulling over. One was called Student Select. It is a bare bones health only policy. It was, from my understanding, the cheapest insurance he could get for me. The other policy had health and prescription, and it was about $300 more for the whole year. Guess what he chose? The bare minimum coverage.
His justification? "Well, I want to start saving up money for a house in The Woodlands and a new car." The house he's looking at has a home theater, a pool, and a bowling alley. The car is an $80,000 Mercedes. He actually had the balls to ask if I would take care of the car for him until he moved back to the states. I'm 23. I have no business driving or even looking after a car that cost more than my entire college education, books included!
WHY THE FUCKING FUCK ARE THOSE THINGS MORE IMPORTANT THAN TAKING CARE OF ME!?
I even explained to him, "Look, I take a monthly prescription, and I get sick every 3 months like clockwork. I need prescription coverage." He simply responded with "Well, this was all I could get you." What the hell happened to that other policy? The one that gave me prescription coverage...
Well, don't you know, I go and get sick with another UTI. I go to CVS to fill my prescription for my antibiotics, pills that I usually pay $10 for, only to find out that without prescription coverage I have to shell out $154 for 5 little pills.
And, to add insult to injury, my doctor referred me to a urologist, so that means more doctor bills and lab work bills and a fuck ton of other medical expenses that my dad could've avoided by simply buying me a slightly better policy instead of hoarding for a goddamn car.
He had the nerve to get upset when I told him that I owe my doctor $221 and that he needed to send me money for my medicine.
I just don't know how to deal with him anymore. It's becoming more apparent every time I talk to him that he only cares about material things like the right car, the right house, and that $500 pair of jeans that he described as an "early birthday gift" to himself. Here I am, sitting on $3,000 of credit card debt, doctor bills, rent, an electricity bill that triples in the summer, and other basic needs that he promised he would take care of in the divorce agreement, and he's jet-setting in pants that cost the equivalent of a month's rent on my apartment!
I don't want to hate him for this, but he needs to realize how badly he is ruining our relationship with his actions.
Originally, I was covered under his company's insurance. The policy said that I'd have full coverage (health, emergency, prescription, and dental) until I turned 23. Well, of course, I turned 23 last month, so my dad decided "Well, you're still a student, so I'll look for a policy that will cover you for another year."
He sends me some info via e-mail showing me two different policies he was mulling over. One was called Student Select. It is a bare bones health only policy. It was, from my understanding, the cheapest insurance he could get for me. The other policy had health and prescription, and it was about $300 more for the whole year. Guess what he chose? The bare minimum coverage.
His justification? "Well, I want to start saving up money for a house in The Woodlands and a new car." The house he's looking at has a home theater, a pool, and a bowling alley. The car is an $80,000 Mercedes. He actually had the balls to ask if I would take care of the car for him until he moved back to the states. I'm 23. I have no business driving or even looking after a car that cost more than my entire college education, books included!
WHY THE FUCKING FUCK ARE THOSE THINGS MORE IMPORTANT THAN TAKING CARE OF ME!?
I even explained to him, "Look, I take a monthly prescription, and I get sick every 3 months like clockwork. I need prescription coverage." He simply responded with "Well, this was all I could get you." What the hell happened to that other policy? The one that gave me prescription coverage...
Well, don't you know, I go and get sick with another UTI. I go to CVS to fill my prescription for my antibiotics, pills that I usually pay $10 for, only to find out that without prescription coverage I have to shell out $154 for 5 little pills.
And, to add insult to injury, my doctor referred me to a urologist, so that means more doctor bills and lab work bills and a fuck ton of other medical expenses that my dad could've avoided by simply buying me a slightly better policy instead of hoarding for a goddamn car.
He had the nerve to get upset when I told him that I owe my doctor $221 and that he needed to send me money for my medicine.
I just don't know how to deal with him anymore. It's becoming more apparent every time I talk to him that he only cares about material things like the right car, the right house, and that $500 pair of jeans that he described as an "early birthday gift" to himself. Here I am, sitting on $3,000 of credit card debt, doctor bills, rent, an electricity bill that triples in the summer, and other basic needs that he promised he would take care of in the divorce agreement, and he's jet-setting in pants that cost the equivalent of a month's rent on my apartment!
I don't want to hate him for this, but he needs to realize how badly he is ruining our relationship with his actions.