Some people deserve death.
May. 18th, 2002 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amezriMy hair is now dark, dark brown/black. Why? The dye got left in too long. How did that happen? Heh, You'll be sorry you asked.
I was debating whether or not to make this a friends only post. I decided not to because... screw it.
So here it is, the excitment that is my household. I think he set himself a new record today - 12 whole hours without a blow-up. Of course, tonight's was a doozy. Most of this is out of order and I'm sure I'm missing some bits. I wasn't paying attention too clearly. Let's recap.
We have a puppy. My father decided that he wanted to have said puppy. Soo...this is his puppy. However, everyone in the house but him is taking care of this dog - even my 80 year old grandfather. Mom, Jon (my brother), and I have all taken the new pup out several times each today (and we all hate doing it) so around 8:30pm my mom tells my brother that he needs to let the dog out. Cue disgruntled noises. About 15 minutes later, my mother goes and tells my father that his dog needs to be let out. What does my father do next? Shouts, "Jon, what are you doing?" from inside his room and gets very impatient when bro doesn't answer. Then he tries, "Jon, take the dog out" and pauses, followed by "Take the dog out now!"
Okay, hold on a minute. What the fuck have you been doing all day that you can't get your lazy ass out of bed and take the dog that you decided you were going to bring back from San Fran outside? And more to the point, what have you ever done for the dog besides ruin all the training that my mother has been doing? Now, I won't kid myself. I've only been home for three days and I can hardly claim to have put the most work into taking care of the pup, but my father has done fuck all as far as I can tell.
Whatever. Of course he isn't the one to take the dog out because my brother always eventually does what my father tells him to. So.. Shao gets let out. And as Shao is too young and hyper to be let free in the backyard, someone has to stand there holding the leash waiting. Jon comes back a bit later and as mom is getting ready to let Minnie, our older dog, outside (because she's too old to climb down the stairs on her own most days) my father comes storming into the living room yelling and screaming some stupid shit about about him being tired of "yours and mine" and that he isn't going to give us anything we ask for, and to never ask him for anything because he isn't going to give it to us, and fuck, he is going to give the dog away. Well... shucks. Delayed reaction much? This is about 15-20 minutes after my initial, snide, "Yes, Jon, please let your dog outside" comment that I said rather loudly - on purpose - before Jon took the pup outside. And, please, like you giving away your dog, a dog we never really wanted, is some kind of threat? What hole did you crawl out of? After that tirade, he retreats back to his room.. only to come back out 5 seconds later yelling about something else. It is all quite a blur - I don't remember what he said - there was a lot of yelling from both of my parents, including the phrase, "Fuck you" and "Go fuck yourself." Not really sure who said what. Oh, also, my father brings up some shit about money and how my mother is always spending it when she doesn't make nearly as much as him. Pfft. Whatever. Yes, yes, my mother is evil for spending all that money on frivolous things like food and bills. How terrible. I think my brother was about to cry and it was all I could do to keep from either yelling back at him or laughing in his face. Both would have gotten very bad reactions, I'm sure. And of course, I can't forget when he was in his room yelling at my brother to let the dog run around outside and "shit all over" because he "doesn't give a fuck." After repeating that a few times and my brother not having complied, he demanded that my brother kick the pup outside to which my brother says, "If you don't care, then why does she have to go outside?" Oh, that was a big mistake let me tell you. He is such an ass. He can demand that someone do something, but he isn't willing to do anything himself. That's why he has all these sleaze-bag friends - so they can do all his dirty work for him and he doesn't have to do a damned thing.
I went to grab something from his room before he locked himself back inside and then I retreated back into my own room. I could still hear them yelling in the kitchen of course, and my mom was telling him that if he hated her so much, he shouldn't have married her in the first place, he just fucked himself over. *snicker* Next thing I know, he's storming back in yelling and screaming about kicking my mother out of the house and throwing her stuff into the hallway. Books, CDs, makeup. God knows what. I wasn't about to look. He might have hit me with something. Mom comes over and starts yelling at him. Things escalate and soon she's telling him that he's getting kicked out of the house. He says something like, she think she can do that because the house is in her name? Fuck yeah, you asshole. Get the fuck out of the houseand let the door hit you on the way out! Okay, well, she didn't say that, but I would have. Anyway, they get to the point where my mother tells him that he's the one who is going, which effectively stops him from throwing her stuff. He tells her that fine, he's moving out! .. Tomorrow. Yeah, yeah right. Uh huh. That shit would not wash with me. Anyone pulls this kind of crap on me and I would be calling the cops to drag his sorry ass out of here. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Mom, uh.. non-violent.. as she is, just lets it be. I suppose she takes that as a victory. I don't really see it that way. He's still ahead. He's sitting on his lazy ass in front of the tv and still has the master bedroom while she is staying in the guestroom. What the fuck? Oh, can't forget the part where my father said something to mom about "corrupting his children," to which she replied, "Your children? When they're bad they're my children. When did they become your children?" Heh.
Around that point I decided that this show was getting boring and I was getting on with my night. I had hair-dye soaking into my skull and I needed to get it out, so... shower. As I'm about to enter the bathroom, my father walks by, all pissed of, and says "Are you going to use the bathroom?" No shit, sherlock. I, of course, reply very snidely, "I would like to take shower right now, yes." The 'is that all right with you, asshole?' was implied. He then tells me that he would like me to know that he is going to support me until I graduate from college (Wow. A whole year. Gee, thanks.) and tells my brother the same. That's... faux generosity and will be forgotten very, very quickly when he has a shiney new toy to pick up. Frankly, I don't give a rat's ass if he supports me through college. Fuck him and his support. I've never gotten his support for anything and I don't want it because he always twists it around later to serve some really fucked up purpose.
After I got out of the shower, my mom told me that I should go talk to my brother because he's crying. What the fuck am I supposed to say to him? The kid is crying because his father's an asshole and his mother just takes it most of the time. He's crying because his parents are always yelling at each other and using him as leverage. I have somehow gotten past that point and now find this whole thing ridiculous. Half the time I just have the urge to pick up a blunt object and beat my father to death with it. Slowly. And them maybe carve out chunks of flesh with a grapefruit spoon. *ahem* I digress. I explain to my mother that is she was really serious about doing something, she should do it now. He's a fucking asshole and he needs to be treated like one. If he wants out, get him the fuck out. She's had a feeling that he's just provoking her until he feels justified in kicking her out or until she just leaves on her own. He is a fucking coward. And I love my mother, but she's stupid. She's stupid because she's letting him do this to her and my brother. She knows that she should do something, but because of the culture she was raised in, she won't. Hell, she thinks that if she initiates a divorce, she will lose. What kind of logic is that?
I don't really give a shit anymore and the only reason I haven't done something more drastic is because my mother and brother still have to live in the same house as him. If I do anything to piss my father off, it generally comes back to them, and I won't do that. College has been good for me, though. It's given me a whole lot of "I don't have to take that shit" perspective. And yes, I am still limited in that I don't make that much money and I can't drive and I don't have someone outside the family who is around to help me out, but fuck it. If there was really a knock-out, drag down fight, I might be able to kick his ass because I will fight dirty and there is a lot of heavy, lethal shit in this house.
Yeah. I eagerly await the day when someone has the chance to kick his ass.
I was debating whether or not to make this a friends only post. I decided not to because... screw it.
So here it is, the excitment that is my household. I think he set himself a new record today - 12 whole hours without a blow-up. Of course, tonight's was a doozy. Most of this is out of order and I'm sure I'm missing some bits. I wasn't paying attention too clearly. Let's recap.
We have a puppy. My father decided that he wanted to have said puppy. Soo...this is his puppy. However, everyone in the house but him is taking care of this dog - even my 80 year old grandfather. Mom, Jon (my brother), and I have all taken the new pup out several times each today (and we all hate doing it) so around 8:30pm my mom tells my brother that he needs to let the dog out. Cue disgruntled noises. About 15 minutes later, my mother goes and tells my father that his dog needs to be let out. What does my father do next? Shouts, "Jon, what are you doing?" from inside his room and gets very impatient when bro doesn't answer. Then he tries, "Jon, take the dog out" and pauses, followed by "Take the dog out now!"
Okay, hold on a minute. What the fuck have you been doing all day that you can't get your lazy ass out of bed and take the dog that you decided you were going to bring back from San Fran outside? And more to the point, what have you ever done for the dog besides ruin all the training that my mother has been doing? Now, I won't kid myself. I've only been home for three days and I can hardly claim to have put the most work into taking care of the pup, but my father has done fuck all as far as I can tell.
Whatever. Of course he isn't the one to take the dog out because my brother always eventually does what my father tells him to. So.. Shao gets let out. And as Shao is too young and hyper to be let free in the backyard, someone has to stand there holding the leash waiting. Jon comes back a bit later and as mom is getting ready to let Minnie, our older dog, outside (because she's too old to climb down the stairs on her own most days) my father comes storming into the living room yelling and screaming some stupid shit about about him being tired of "yours and mine" and that he isn't going to give us anything we ask for, and to never ask him for anything because he isn't going to give it to us, and fuck, he is going to give the dog away. Well... shucks. Delayed reaction much? This is about 15-20 minutes after my initial, snide, "Yes, Jon, please let your dog outside" comment that I said rather loudly - on purpose - before Jon took the pup outside. And, please, like you giving away your dog, a dog we never really wanted, is some kind of threat? What hole did you crawl out of? After that tirade, he retreats back to his room.. only to come back out 5 seconds later yelling about something else. It is all quite a blur - I don't remember what he said - there was a lot of yelling from both of my parents, including the phrase, "Fuck you" and "Go fuck yourself." Not really sure who said what. Oh, also, my father brings up some shit about money and how my mother is always spending it when she doesn't make nearly as much as him. Pfft. Whatever. Yes, yes, my mother is evil for spending all that money on frivolous things like food and bills. How terrible. I think my brother was about to cry and it was all I could do to keep from either yelling back at him or laughing in his face. Both would have gotten very bad reactions, I'm sure. And of course, I can't forget when he was in his room yelling at my brother to let the dog run around outside and "shit all over" because he "doesn't give a fuck." After repeating that a few times and my brother not having complied, he demanded that my brother kick the pup outside to which my brother says, "If you don't care, then why does she have to go outside?" Oh, that was a big mistake let me tell you. He is such an ass. He can demand that someone do something, but he isn't willing to do anything himself. That's why he has all these sleaze-bag friends - so they can do all his dirty work for him and he doesn't have to do a damned thing.
I went to grab something from his room before he locked himself back inside and then I retreated back into my own room. I could still hear them yelling in the kitchen of course, and my mom was telling him that if he hated her so much, he shouldn't have married her in the first place, he just fucked himself over. *snicker* Next thing I know, he's storming back in yelling and screaming about kicking my mother out of the house and throwing her stuff into the hallway. Books, CDs, makeup. God knows what. I wasn't about to look. He might have hit me with something. Mom comes over and starts yelling at him. Things escalate and soon she's telling him that he's getting kicked out of the house. He says something like, she think she can do that because the house is in her name? Fuck yeah, you asshole. Get the fuck out of the houseand let the door hit you on the way out! Okay, well, she didn't say that, but I would have. Anyway, they get to the point where my mother tells him that he's the one who is going, which effectively stops him from throwing her stuff. He tells her that fine, he's moving out! .. Tomorrow. Yeah, yeah right. Uh huh. That shit would not wash with me. Anyone pulls this kind of crap on me and I would be calling the cops to drag his sorry ass out of here. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Mom, uh.. non-violent.. as she is, just lets it be. I suppose she takes that as a victory. I don't really see it that way. He's still ahead. He's sitting on his lazy ass in front of the tv and still has the master bedroom while she is staying in the guestroom. What the fuck? Oh, can't forget the part where my father said something to mom about "corrupting his children," to which she replied, "Your children? When they're bad they're my children. When did they become your children?" Heh.
Around that point I decided that this show was getting boring and I was getting on with my night. I had hair-dye soaking into my skull and I needed to get it out, so... shower. As I'm about to enter the bathroom, my father walks by, all pissed of, and says "Are you going to use the bathroom?" No shit, sherlock. I, of course, reply very snidely, "I would like to take shower right now, yes." The 'is that all right with you, asshole?' was implied. He then tells me that he would like me to know that he is going to support me until I graduate from college (Wow. A whole year. Gee, thanks.) and tells my brother the same. That's... faux generosity and will be forgotten very, very quickly when he has a shiney new toy to pick up. Frankly, I don't give a rat's ass if he supports me through college. Fuck him and his support. I've never gotten his support for anything and I don't want it because he always twists it around later to serve some really fucked up purpose.
After I got out of the shower, my mom told me that I should go talk to my brother because he's crying. What the fuck am I supposed to say to him? The kid is crying because his father's an asshole and his mother just takes it most of the time. He's crying because his parents are always yelling at each other and using him as leverage. I have somehow gotten past that point and now find this whole thing ridiculous. Half the time I just have the urge to pick up a blunt object and beat my father to death with it. Slowly. And them maybe carve out chunks of flesh with a grapefruit spoon. *ahem* I digress. I explain to my mother that is she was really serious about doing something, she should do it now. He's a fucking asshole and he needs to be treated like one. If he wants out, get him the fuck out. She's had a feeling that he's just provoking her until he feels justified in kicking her out or until she just leaves on her own. He is a fucking coward. And I love my mother, but she's stupid. She's stupid because she's letting him do this to her and my brother. She knows that she should do something, but because of the culture she was raised in, she won't. Hell, she thinks that if she initiates a divorce, she will lose. What kind of logic is that?
I don't really give a shit anymore and the only reason I haven't done something more drastic is because my mother and brother still have to live in the same house as him. If I do anything to piss my father off, it generally comes back to them, and I won't do that. College has been good for me, though. It's given me a whole lot of "I don't have to take that shit" perspective. And yes, I am still limited in that I don't make that much money and I can't drive and I don't have someone outside the family who is around to help me out, but fuck it. If there was really a knock-out, drag down fight, I might be able to kick his ass because I will fight dirty and there is a lot of heavy, lethal shit in this house.
Yeah. I eagerly await the day when someone has the chance to kick his ass.
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Date: 2002-05-19 11:03 am (UTC)*whistles* *cuddles* And I thought I had dysfunction. At least my father just stays and away and never sees me/speaks to me. *comforts*
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Date: 2002-05-19 07:01 pm (UTC)Juliet
Been there...
Date: 2002-05-20 12:41 am (UTC)The upshot? There's not much you can do to help your mother until she decides to stand up for herself, but there's a faint hope for your brother. (Like, once you're self-supporting you might be able to somehow get him living with you rather than with your parents -- though he might be safely away at college anyway by the time you might be able to have him as a roommate.) I don't know how the situation will be affected when the both of you are out of the house -- whether being alone in the house with your father will eventually drive her to kick him out and make it stick, or whether having the two of you out of the way would make her decide it doesn't so much matter any more. But I think the one thing you might be able to help with is trying to keep your brother as much out of harm's way as possible
Re: Been there...
Date: 2002-05-22 10:57 pm (UTC)I'm just hoping that he is not going to get physically violent with anyone. Although... my brother is a lot bigger than my father is, so that could be interesting.... *ahem*