Sep 01, 2007 21:11
I've got pretty enough my father, the idiot, who seems not to understand, that I am not a machine and I will not be perfectly perfect, especially if I had him as an example.
Today's situation, for instance. My brother, five-years-old, an idiot (takes after his father, no need of faternity test in here), strong as hell, by the way, pushes me, so I land on the floor and almost hit it with my nose.
What do I do? Well, I tell him - not loud, rather calmly, but whith some kind of... I don't know - annoyance in my voice (plus the omg-you-will-touch-me-again-and-you-are-so-dead tone) Don't do that again.
My beloved father begins to do all this I-am-the-God thing, behaves just like he've just seen me beating his little sonny-bonny to death. He shouts and, of course tell me something like You treat everyone like a dirt, even a five-years-old, don't you dare talk to him like that again.
Okay, so I do my famous "pfff" thing, roll my eyes and say something like I take after you, dad. When he wants me to explain what I mean, I say I'm just following you're example..
And then he started that all shout-and-scream-at-your-daughter-it's-such-a-fun thing, and I just walked away to my room.
And I'm pretty sure, that if I stayed closer, he would hit me. Again.
everyday life,
family