My dad stays up for an hour or two on his phone, doing literally nothing but be on FB.
And then gets mad when my mom is awake doing laundry at that time, or just doing anything outside the room at that time. And then expects her to have his lunch and work stuff packed together WHILE she's also dealing with getting THEIR kids ready for school.
He doesn't get his own lunch together, his own clothes, his own boiled eggs (which he literally has daily), nothing. And the expects my mom to sit there with him, if she's awake, until 6:30 or 7am? When she has to start getting 5 of their kids, who are 100% his, ready for school?
And then when he gets home and on the weekends, he just sits in his room. I can't remember any recent times he's actually hung around any of us as a father. The last time I can remember is him taking me to watch Darkest Minds when it was newly in theaters for my Birthday, and this was around when the Slenderman movie was new.
And then tries to gaslight me into thinking my mom doesn't spend time around us, or does anything with me. When she spends more time around us than he does.
All he does is go to work, and then lays around in his room, away from everyone. Doesn't even sit in the old smoke room anymore like he use to. And then has the audacity to criticize me, my mom, and my sisters when we spend most of our times in our rooms.
I should be driving my own car right now, or AT LEAST have a license, and HE'S the reason I haven't learned how to drive yet. I have NEVER been behind the wheel except as a kid waiting in the car while one parent did something and the other sat outside the car smoking. But that was fuking years ago, maybe over a decade now.
He insists we wait til I can get my own big safe car. And prefers I do freelance work, or expects me to make a best-selling big book that will get me tons of money ASAP. I'd rather wiat until I can drive myself and get a job so that I can have money to publish, or at least not have to really on my dad to take me to an important meeting, and so I can have fuking friends to talk with and know how a proper fuking conversation and bond works, and so they can want to read my book.
I love him, but I don't like him. Sometimes I feel guilt-tripped into choosing his side. Ya, my mom tried to run away and take her life in front of us (which he made sure I didn't fuking forget), but at least she spends more time around us and isn't lazy AF.
Just because you're the money-maker doesn't mean you can just drop your fatherly duties. Being a Father and being the Money-Bringer are 2 different things.
And he wonders why I'd rather spend time around the woman he has repeatedly tried to turn me against. That he's been doing since I was a tween.
