Paternal Problems...

[amezri]

Waste of money indeed ::beats him with an aluminum bat:: Would serve you right if I did kill you while you were "teaching" me to drive. ::kicks him in the gut repeatedly:: I am not going to become a fuckin' lawyer. ::smashes his head with a blunt object:: And when I do become successful, on my own merit, and have loads and loads of cash, you will not be getting any of it, you greedy, selfish, inconsiderate son of a bitch. ::stabs him:: Grow the fuck up and stop fighting over every stupid goddamn thing. ::rips off an arm and beats him with it:: My mother is not your emotional punching bag, so cut it the fuck out! I don't know who the hell you are trying to impress, but it isn't anyone in our household, so get over yourself and just fucking RELAX. ::rips off his other arm and stuffs it down his throat:: Now shut the fuck up and leave me the hell alone!!

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[iambliss.livejournal.com]

*mops the blood off the walls and offers hugs/ranting reception, if needed...*

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[amezri.livejournal.com]

Ah, thank you. I just needed to get that out somewhere it could be read. ^___^ I am okay.. as long as he doesn't try and call me again within the next week.

Fun with fathers

[fyrdrakken]

I can remember the time I was so angry with my father for various compounded miscommunications and ill-thought-out decisions (probably on both our parts) that I had a crying jag in the car one day over all the things I wanted to say to him that I could never bring myself to say when we were actually face-to-face or even on the phone with each other. (Come to think of it, I never *did* tell him the stuff that had me crying so hard I could barely see to drive...)

The really fun time in the parent-child relationship can be in high school and college, when you're starting to make the decisions that are really going to affect how your life goes when you leave home, and your parents may be trying to make these decisions for you because they *do* have more experience in the way the "real world" works, and want to be sure that you don't do anything to really mess your life up. Also, having been making the major decisions for you for your entire life up to this point, the habit is very hard to give up. My latter two years of college are the time that gave me my utter hatred of people who insist on making the decisions that other people will be bearing most of the consequences of. (I discount politicians, who are elected to make these decisions and are held accountable by their constituents, and the military, which is frequently a volunteer situation on the part of the enlisted or else is a draft situation called for by said elected officials and creates a whole other ethical can of worms.)

What got me through those last two years of college was just putting my head down and getting through, knowing that as soon as I had that BS I could get my own goddamned job and no longer be dependent on Dad (and therefore under his control). Dad and I are even on decent terms by now, and he even regrets having jerked me around like that. I stuck it out and now I know a bit more about just how much stress I can survive under for how long, so at least it was sort of a personal growth experience. (And like most character-building exercises, it was horrendous at the time and only valuable in retrospect.

Re: Fun with fathers

[amezri.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Yes, that would be well and good if my father were a responsible adult (and I am using responsible in the broadest sense). I could deal with dictation from someone like that. I have no problems being told what to do by an adult who knows what they are talking about. I listen to everything my mother tells me. But him? Nuh-uh. He shirks his repsonsibilities, weasels his way out of commitments. Lies about.. everything. His job situation is always shaky. Hell, he even has his skazzy friends making fun of my 15 year old brother. That and much more all adds up to one fucked up human being who I will never listen to or respect.

The only valuable experience I can see myself gaining from this is that there are people who are two-faced and not matter how much they show you the good face, when they finally get comfortable with you, that nasty side will come out, showing itself more often over time. Those people are insecure assholes who never learned to be considerate of others and have their own agenda. Oh yes, and to always use safety precautions when you are using power tools because you may lose a hand.

I have recently discovered that I can no longer sit there and keep my mouth shut when he says something stupid and manipulative. I call him on it and throw everything back in his face. He is immature and childish and I am sick of it. I basically told him that he needs to grow up.

Oh geez. I can't wait to go home. ::rolls eyes::

[shimmiwyld.livejournal.com]

Something the matter? :)
Anger... one of my favorite emotions. Unfortunately, not exactly the kindest. :\ Eh well. Your dad deserves whatever gets thrown at him. Emotionally, Financially, Mentally... perhaps actually physically thrown even.