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I am in tears
Ok... I have had so much drama in my life so far, but right now I wish my only problem was my mum saying how ugly my eczema is or how my boyfriend's parents don't like me. I really do. But this had just led me completely lost.
My brother, who is 11, is living with my dad right now. Because my place is being renovated, I decided to go over to my dad's place as well. Just to fill you in on a giant flaw about my dad: he never hesitates to put his friends in front of his family. If someone says something about any of us that isn't remotely true, he'll pretend it's true until we get home and when we question him he's like 'well I had to say that, I mean otherwise they'd think badly of me.'
Anyway ever since I moved in I realise he's only been getting home at 2:30am everyday. His house is very big without an alarm system, and it's Christmas season and this place gets break-ins pretty easily, so I got a little concerned for our safety. It never even crossed my mind that he might be coming home at 2:30am leaving my brother, and only my brother, at home, and suddenly when that occured to me I asked my brother. He said he doesn't know when dad comes back, but he's never home. I'm like 'what about dinner?'. He says: I cook instant noodles for myself. My dad is a very good cook, I don't see why he can't cook for you? 'He's always out eating with his friends, or the only time he cooks if it he has his friends here.'
That really got my blood boiling.
So every night, while I was worried that my dad was driving home at 2:30am, worrying about what kind of psychological imprint is this making in my brother's mind right now, he's out at a casino with his friends! My brother is here for another week, he can't even bring himself to act like a father for a week!
Anyway, last night I come home and he's arranged a giant party for all his friends. Mind you, my dad is 55 or something This isn't some sort of tasteful party. It has strippers, it has his friends, drinking, basically this the type of party where "you come back from vacation and find your 18 year old son has completely burnt down your house because he was having a party type" of party. I was so disgusted, I decided to just go into my room and stay there, but one of the girls asked me to set up the Wii on the other TV, so I obliged. Then I had to take it back. Then I had to do this, that, this that, for a bunch of people who have completely stolen my dad from his actual family, I lost it. My mood dramatically soured, I retreated back to my room.
Then my dad runs in and says 'What on earth is wrong with you?! Everyone outside is shocked about your behaviour!'
Me: 'Well I don't have anything to do with them, and i'm tired but it's 12:00am and everyone's still outside."
Dad: 'That is no excuse to make my guests and my friends feel uneasy.'
Me: 'Oh you jump up and down when your guests feel uneasy, but you don't give a damn when your two children are expressing concerns for their safety at night and your son is wondering where the hell you are?!'
My dad really lost it then.
He pushed me outside, and said 'OK. If i'm such a bad father, tell them all. Tell them what a bad father I am.'
So I did. He wasn't expecting me to, he wanted me to back down from pressure and run away so he can gloat about how his daughter is so submissive and it's all his work. But no, I said 'My dad is not my dad anymore. When your father doesn't come home at night, doesn't care about your safety, doesn't even lift a finger to do a thing about making you feel more at ease and doesn't make you stop worrying about him, he's not your father. He's some stranger lost to the world. In fact, he's become all of your fathers, that dinner you ate was money he could've spent on a dinner for us, instead of having me take money out of my own pocket to feed my brother for the week.'
I hadn't finished, I started crying, but then two of his friends came up to me and said 'what business is it of yours when your dad comes back?! He's our friend, and a daughter like you should just die anyway!'
I was so shocked, any other family would've defended me at that point. I got none. I just got an affirmative yell from my dad which went something like 'yeah! Get the f*** out of my house, you're not my daughter. My daughter wouldn't embarass me in front of all my friends. You're a failure, now get out, if you dare come back for your brother I swear i'll physically kick you out. And if you die in a ditch, I won't care, because I don't care about failures.'
And all his friends just looked at me waiting for me to get out of my own father's house.
By the way none of them were drunk. Not even a little tipsy because more people showed up and they kind of drank all the alcohol instad. So this is the thoughts of my father in his sober mood.
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