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I feel so endlessly bad when dad buys me stuff and I give it right back to him and/or demand he take it back to the store. Because it's almost never things that I really need, it's just things that he thinks are neat or practical or whatever. But I don't need or want another can opener (I'm very fine with the one I have for the one can I open every two to three months) or a huge wall sticker of Big Ben, or microfibre cloths that you can attach to a telescope stick to clean the condensation from the inside of your windshield. Mom just stopped by, and dad had bought me three (3!) plugs for the bathroom sink. Just because I recently destroyed the sealing ring for the one I have. I bought a new sealing ring and it's just fine now. Also, yet another flashlight, an angular one, because... I have no idea why. Mom took it all back with her; I hope he still has the receipts. I hate that he spends money on things like that. We have money, that's not the point. I don't want him to stuff the money down a store's throat for things that will end up endlessly lying around in a drawer or go straight into a box for the next flea market sale.
He means so well, and it's so nice that he thinks of his children when he finds something he thinks is the best thing since sliced bread. But he always, always goes overboard with it. And I feel so guilty about not appreciating it that it makes me cry. I hate that even more.
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He means so well, and it's so nice that he thinks of his children when he finds something he thinks is the best thing since sliced bread. But he always, always goes overboard with it. And I feel so guilty about not appreciating it that it makes me cry. I hate that even more.
This entry is crossposted to http://stellamira.dreamwidth.org/694221.html. You can comment there, too.