Son of a motherless ho!
Jun. 18th, 2001 09:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amezriThat slimebag! It just figures that he would do something as petulant as this. Still taking pot-shots at my poor, 10-year-old dog who, yeah, has probably got some memory problems and is not perfectly housetrained. Still yelling at my mother about "pushing him" to get rid of the other dog. Still acting as if we wanted him to take it out back and shoot it or something. But this. This tops the mile-high cake. My father found it perfectly fitting to pick a fight over this topic during dinner (not at all unusual) and is now blaming my mother for taking away everything he likes. ::rolls eyes:: Give me a frickin' break! We're asking him to please remove the threat of this obviously psychotic dog from the house because it, uh, BIT ME and doesn't seem to have any qualms about biting anyone else and he gets all petulant like we're taking away his favorite toy or some shite.
Then he starts jumping all over my mother about how she's all spending "his" money on things that she likes, because "do you think the money you make is enough for you to buy things you like?" *Grr* Excuse me, but my mom is not the one spending $300 on a suit that's butt-frelling-ugly! Nor does she go out and spend it on worthless shit for "the house". That's one priviledge no one else wants. Besides, my mom spends her own money that she's worked damn hard for. And I'm not saying that my father doesn't earn his share. He does. He just complains about it non-stop like we should bow down and kiss his feet 'cause he's the big breadwinner. ::hiss:: As if. You don't even want to know how many times he's quit a job just because he either couldn't deal with being told what to do (he's a "leader" not a follower), didn't think he was being treated right (haha), or just decided he didn't feel like working anymore.
Oh, and now he's testing us. Like two weeks ago, he took all the mops and brooms out of the closet and put them in the corner of the kitchen. During the "discussion" at dinner, he said something about leaving them there on purpose just to see if we would put them away. And since we didn't, obviously no one cares about the house. Fuck you. We take care of the pool, the yard, the cleaning, the dishes (which he seems entirely unable to do)... I hand-scrub the kitchen floor and counters for gods sakes. All while he sits on his arse and makes a mess, complaining that no one cares about the house. And the man is unable to do his own frelling laundry! ::growl:: Anyway, the only reason we didn't put those mops back was because we didn't know what he was doing with them. Last time we interrupted his closet organizing project, he blew up at us. Two weeks is nothing. We've been waiting for him to finish redoing the front foyer for over a year now. Half the family room walls are painted an ugly beige and there's some sorta construction/demolishion going on in the basement.
So, fine. He wants to run some tests? Well, how's this for a test? I got bit by the new dog. He's concerned for about two hours and is really mad at the dog. Pretty soon, he's forgotten all about it. Now he wants to keep the dog. Hell, it's been over a week since I got bit (Leo drew blood and was ready or a second go, mind you) and not one inquiry to an adoption society or even a frelling trainer. The popular excuse? He's too busy working. Ha. Yeah, is that what they call spending all day playing mahjong online nowadays? And to top that, he's pissed that everyone's asking what he's going to do with the dog (that only listens to him) when he goes to the city on business tomorrow thru Thursday (and possibly Friday). Hence the tiff at dinner.
We. Can. Not. Win.
Dumb Dad Line of the Day: "What is a Student Handbook?" Uh... a handbook for students, maybe?
Then he starts jumping all over my mother about how she's all spending "his" money on things that she likes, because "do you think the money you make is enough for you to buy things you like?" *Grr* Excuse me, but my mom is not the one spending $300 on a suit that's butt-frelling-ugly! Nor does she go out and spend it on worthless shit for "the house". That's one priviledge no one else wants. Besides, my mom spends her own money that she's worked damn hard for. And I'm not saying that my father doesn't earn his share. He does. He just complains about it non-stop like we should bow down and kiss his feet 'cause he's the big breadwinner. ::hiss:: As if. You don't even want to know how many times he's quit a job just because he either couldn't deal with being told what to do (he's a "leader" not a follower), didn't think he was being treated right (haha), or just decided he didn't feel like working anymore.
Oh, and now he's testing us. Like two weeks ago, he took all the mops and brooms out of the closet and put them in the corner of the kitchen. During the "discussion" at dinner, he said something about leaving them there on purpose just to see if we would put them away. And since we didn't, obviously no one cares about the house. Fuck you. We take care of the pool, the yard, the cleaning, the dishes (which he seems entirely unable to do)... I hand-scrub the kitchen floor and counters for gods sakes. All while he sits on his arse and makes a mess, complaining that no one cares about the house. And the man is unable to do his own frelling laundry! ::growl:: Anyway, the only reason we didn't put those mops back was because we didn't know what he was doing with them. Last time we interrupted his closet organizing project, he blew up at us. Two weeks is nothing. We've been waiting for him to finish redoing the front foyer for over a year now. Half the family room walls are painted an ugly beige and there's some sorta construction/demolishion going on in the basement.
So, fine. He wants to run some tests? Well, how's this for a test? I got bit by the new dog. He's concerned for about two hours and is really mad at the dog. Pretty soon, he's forgotten all about it. Now he wants to keep the dog. Hell, it's been over a week since I got bit (Leo drew blood and was ready or a second go, mind you) and not one inquiry to an adoption society or even a frelling trainer. The popular excuse? He's too busy working. Ha. Yeah, is that what they call spending all day playing mahjong online nowadays? And to top that, he's pissed that everyone's asking what he's going to do with the dog (that only listens to him) when he goes to the city on business tomorrow thru Thursday (and possibly Friday). Hence the tiff at dinner.
We. Can. Not. Win.
Dumb Dad Line of the Day: "What is a Student Handbook?" Uh... a handbook for students, maybe?
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Date: 2001-06-18 11:01 pm (UTC)Of course, my parents have been divorced since I was like 3 or something, and he lives in Sydney with my step-family, so we're able to take all the pot-shots at him that we like.
Er, anyway. Just jawdropping at the similarities. And sorry that you're having probs atm. :( I'm with my sister - if you want a hitman for hire, I'll do this one for free.... ;)
Sez
who does have a dark side and is more than ready to use it... *eg*