My dad needs an attitude adjustment.
I find that most problems are like onions,...there's the outside layer, and you keep peeling away until you get to the inner layers. My dad has so many of these problems he's like a whole bag of onions.
He bought some sausage today which he put in a crockpot. I thought, "Oh, I'll cook some spaghetti so I can have some too, and we can eat it with the sausage."
When I did that, he actually got irritated. I mean, he was honestly mad. He made all these excuses like "why are you cooking so late at night" and "why aren't you eating the food in the fridge?" Completely ignoring the fact I made it BECAUSE HE WAS MAKING SAUSAGE. But that's not really the argument. He then said: "What, is this your 3rd dinner today? Go to work."
Now, that gives me several impressions. Firstly, accusing me of eating more than 3 dinners not only makes it seem like he thinks I'm overweight (which I am, but honestly, that's not what he's really mad about) and that I eat too much,..but then he adds 'go to work'. Now, this is where I think the problem lies. I believe that he thinks I'm useless, and that all I do is eat, and the only place I'm not useless is at work.
Deeper than that, I also think he resents the fact that he has to even feed me. I haven't been living with him for very long. I was taken care of by my grandparents, and he's not used to taking care of another human being.
Also, I work part time. When he sees that I have the day off and that I'm not on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor or something whenever he gets home, he gets angry. I honestly think he's jealous that he has to work twice as much as I do and that when I have a day off I can sit home and do whatever I want. He thinks I'm lazy when my grandmother is always complaining how lazy HE is.
Also, he hates his job and always complains about it, so he enjoys taking that frustration out on the only available source: me. Good gracious, it's like dealing with a 16 year old. On top of the fact that he has to constantly be at my grandmother's house fixing her stuff and I'm here all the time because I don't drive...yeah, he's clearly jealous of that.
What's that, 6 layers already? Tell me this man doesn't need help.
Oh, he just went to bed and slammed the door. What the actual hell? I hope I peeled away all those onion layers,...not that he's hard to figure out at all. He's more obvious than the giant M sign at McDonalds.
He bought some sausage today which he put in a crockpot. I thought, "Oh, I'll cook some spaghetti so I can have some too, and we can eat it with the sausage."
When I did that, he actually got irritated. I mean, he was honestly mad. He made all these excuses like "why are you cooking so late at night" and "why aren't you eating the food in the fridge?" Completely ignoring the fact I made it BECAUSE HE WAS MAKING SAUSAGE. But that's not really the argument. He then said: "What, is this your 3rd dinner today? Go to work."
Now, that gives me several impressions. Firstly, accusing me of eating more than 3 dinners not only makes it seem like he thinks I'm overweight (which I am, but honestly, that's not what he's really mad about) and that I eat too much,..but then he adds 'go to work'. Now, this is where I think the problem lies. I believe that he thinks I'm useless, and that all I do is eat, and the only place I'm not useless is at work.
Deeper than that, I also think he resents the fact that he has to even feed me. I haven't been living with him for very long. I was taken care of by my grandparents, and he's not used to taking care of another human being.
Also, I work part time. When he sees that I have the day off and that I'm not on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor or something whenever he gets home, he gets angry. I honestly think he's jealous that he has to work twice as much as I do and that when I have a day off I can sit home and do whatever I want. He thinks I'm lazy when my grandmother is always complaining how lazy HE is.
Also, he hates his job and always complains about it, so he enjoys taking that frustration out on the only available source: me. Good gracious, it's like dealing with a 16 year old. On top of the fact that he has to constantly be at my grandmother's house fixing her stuff and I'm here all the time because I don't drive...yeah, he's clearly jealous of that.
What's that, 6 layers already? Tell me this man doesn't need help.
Oh, he just went to bed and slammed the door. What the actual hell? I hope I peeled away all those onion layers,...not that he's hard to figure out at all. He's more obvious than the giant M sign at McDonalds.