Great…
My dad has disowned me.
Because I decided not to go to the store with him, he gave me this big speech about how I don’t care about anyone else and I’m a selfish, horrible person and he wants nothing to do with me. So now apparently:
A) I don’t get an allowance anymore.
B) I have to buy my own food, do my own laundry, etc, etc.
C) I am no longer “part of this family” and now I’m their tenant for the next five years instead.
Yeah, he gave me the “part of this family” speech too. It’s sort of his trademark. See, if I don’t hang up my towel or forget to empty the dishwasher or don’t set the table one time, he tells me that I need to start acting like I’m “part of this family” and be a mindless slave child who never questions anything I’m told to do. He also does this if I ask him why I have to do something. Usually this is combined with the “you’re a horrible selfish brat and by doing __________ you’re saying you hate everyone” thing.
Then he gets mad at me when I say similar things to him. He says something about how I should be nice and polite and not yell at people over nothing.
Hey dad, maybe I’d do that if I’d ever had a decent role model, hmm?
I know, I know, it’s not all his fault, but come on. He’s not exactly setting a great example, is he? I have the right to give as good as I get.
So, since I’m apparently a tenant now, anyone want to offer me better housing? This arrangement isn’t working out so well.
Speaking as someone who often witnesses arguments between the two of you, I kind of think your comments are likely a tad extreme and one-sided. I mean, it’s your blog and you have the right to vent and say what you want, but is that REALLY EXACTLY what happened? Really?
Just sayin’
“Uh Oh. He actually saw it.”
Yes he did, and it is Great. Suckish, but great. I’m glad you wrote it. You’re right, in so many ways – despite a bit of exaggeration. It’s your blog, say what you feel. But, just for the record, even if I did say you were behaving like a “selfish brat” for expecting your chores undone to be OK and refusing family outings, I did not, and never have considered or called you “horrible.” I’m sorry to have made you FEEL that was what I meant. You’re awesome, powerful, good, and kind, even when you don’t act like it. I know what’s inside (along with all the blood and guts and bits of food and goo and stuff). Rock on!