This entry is going to be an LJ cut for no real reason.
Okay, I've got lots to say, so I'm going to.
My dad has been a total weird-o lately. He made me cry in front of 'Mione when she came over and we were making popcorn. Today, he was yelling at me about not being in school (as per usual). He also yelled at me about not having a job (again, nothing new there). I told him that it wouldn't be much longer before I would be in Tri-C, and after he retorted that I should be in high school, he said "And how do you think you're going to get there?" I replied by telling him that mom said I would be allowed to drive once I got my GED. Dad said that driving was a priviledge and I didn't deserve it.
I pointed out that Kaity was allowed to drive when she got her GED. He replied that we aren't talking about Kaity. I asked him why Kaity was/is treated so different from me and he finally yelled "BECAUSE YOU'RE SMARTER." I didn't have a response to that, so it was quiet for a moment. He yelled some more (mom tried to defend me, but to know avail) before I got upset and quietly slunk off to my room.
I called 'Mione telling her that I was going to run away because I'm tired of struggling and having him in my way. She made me feel better (thank you, by the way) and we talked on the phone until dad called from my mom's mobile phone and told me he wanted me to get off. I got off and went upstairs. Then, the weirdest thing happened.
Dad was on the floor, kneeling (as he often does), and he said "Come here." I thought he was talking to Petey, until he repeated "Come here." I said "I'm not a dog." but obeyed anyway. He spread out his arms and said "Give me a hug." I just looked at him, not wanting to give him a hug because he has been so hurtful to me. "Give me a hug." he repeated. I took a step towards him and stopped, and said "I don't want to." He sighed in anger and finally demanded "GIVE. ME. A. HUG." Not seeing how to avoid it, and kneeled in front of him and he smooshed me in a hug, holding my head on his shoulder. When he let me go I said "Mood swing love doesn't count." and he sighed again. We talked calmly for a bit. Dazed and confused by this whole ordeal, I wandered off.
I later asked mom, after she made herself and me some ice cream so we could watch cartoons and sit on the couch together while dad was upstairs, I asked mom if she put him up to it. She didn't know what I was talking about and I told her what happened. She was shocked and didn't believe me at first. She said that maybe he realized how badly he hurt me. She said that she had considered defending me some more after I had left from being yelled at, but she knew it wouldn't do any good.
So, yeah.
Weird.