Today my father got an email update of my English grade. I'm missing one assignment and he starts yelling at me, saying I've been goofing off, sleeping too much, playing to many games and spending to much time with friends. I've only been to a friends house twice this month and I only play games about once every two weeks. I admit I sleep quite a bit, but I still get my homework done. As a matter of fact, I got a 3.6 GPA last quarter, which just ended about two weeks ago. But, no, according to him I'm a horrible student. When I told him it didn't matter and he tried to say it did I obviously asked for my overall grade. He wouldn't give it to me. This must mean it's good and if he gave it to me I'd win the argument. Then he brings up how I got a 47% the next day and won't accept that it's because I have no book and have no way to get to the library. I said that my mom never took me and asked if I should then have made one materialize out of thin air. When I said that he said he would've took me. Okay, but neither he or I have cards.
Of course I was yelling back at him this whole time, I mean, I was being attacked for such a petty thing. He then told me to stop back talking and basically said that he was right because he's my father. So being a father means you can be a *bad word*? According to my father it does.
My father mainly attacks me, too. Right after he stopped arguing with me he asked my brother if he did his homework. He got a little mad when my brother said he'd do it later, but he let it go and just said we're going to my grandmother's. Of course we are, my father's a mama's boy and needs to see her every day. My brother said he wasn't going because he had homework to do. My father then began to argue when was the last time we saw her. I said that she came over not to long ago, so my father comes into my room and yells at me again about going to see her. Then he brings the argument back to my missing assignment in English and the no book thing. He told me he would've gotten a card and taken me, and since I couldn't tell him I'd rather get a 47% than ride in a car with him, I just let it go and let him leave my room.
Now I'm close to tears of frustration from this whole thing. There's no getting through to him. He's always right and I'm always wrong. If he wants to argue then I get the short end of the stick. My brother's safe from this because he simply doesn't care if my father yells at him or not, but I'm not like that. I'll tell my father he's being unfair and he'll argue back that he can be since he's the father. That would only make sense if it actually helped me. I only do good in school because of my self-motivation to not end up like him, not because he yells at me if I don't. I could care less what he thinks; all I care about is that I don't become a lazy bum who dropped out a college.
This whole thing makes me remember back when I used to adore my father, but then I grew up and saw through all his lies. And that's not an exaggeration, my family actually lied to me when I was younger about what my father did to protect my innocence. I never knew why he was fired from TRW (which I can't say since it's inappropriate), that he never paid bills, that he's a bum, and so much more. Now that I do know, and now that I'm old enough to argue back to my dad I honestly can see he's my least favorite family member and that I could do without him. Most would say this isn't true, but I honestly hope for him to get a job as a truck driver and be home much less often and I try and avoid him at him by rarely leaving my room when he's in the living room. Not to mention all the times my mother and I rejoice because we get the house to ourselves. If only his income didn't matter, even though now he's on unemployment and waiting to get called back to his job, which won't ever happen. I saw the letter he got, saying he was laid of indefinitely. When I confronted him about it he said he wasn't fired and that he'd be called back. I guess sleeping all day and visiting his mom is much better than looking for a job. I mean, why should he when unemployment is obviously paying for what he needs?
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Dysfunctional Family
Well, I'll start off this blog with some information on my family. Don't pity me or anything because I love my family dearly. Plus, we can't choose our family, and I've lived with them for so long that I've grown used to them.
My grandparents on my mother's side are really nice. It's hard to believe that my grandfather used to be controlling and abusive, but he was. Now, they're very nice people and pretty much your average foreign seniors.
My grandmother on my father side is a complete stalker. She likes people to need her and to cling to her. She'll call all the cell phones and the house phone to get a hold of us. if we don't answer she'll bring it up sometime, even in company. She interrogates us and about everything we do, and believe me, she know everything we do. I can't leave my house without her knowing why. My grandmother visits often with excuses like she;s bringing food or my grandfather, who's an alcoholic and missing fingers, has to cut my 52-year-old father's lawn and do his yard-work. She gets obsessive and annoying, so I try and drop not-so-subtle hints, but she just goes crying to my father. My father, being the mama's boy he is, believes her every word of her exaggerated story that makes me out to be a complete...well, you know. After mustering the courage I tired to straight out tell her to stop coming over so often, but she just called me crabby and told everyone what I did. My mother laughed, but I got a lot of people telling me I was rude and I need to respect her.
My grandfather on my father's side is, like I previously said, an alcoholic. He's a pretty nice guy, and isn't a mean drunk at all, but every time he comes over he drinks nearly all of our liquor. He even replaces the clear liquor such as vodka with water. He did this once and my parents served vodka at a family party, only to have everyone tell them it was water.
My father is a lazy bum and a mama's boy. He's so lazy he doesn't pay bills, even though we can afford him. My mother has seen many notices, and we've had things cut off from his bill-paying habits. Just Tuesday our electricity went out and he went off on this huge lie based on a loud bang my parents heard earlier while my brother and I were in school. He said a fuse or something broke which caused our power to be shut off as well as areas around us. According to him the nearby Walgreens had no power but got it back and our neighbor was on a generator. Having a habit of lying when the bills weren't paid everyone was very skeptical. Sure enough, my mother calls the next day and found out he hadn't paid the bill for two months. She confronted him, but as usual he said she was overreacting and left. This isn't the first time, either. He once didn't pay the cell phone bills and my phone wouldn't text. My call got redirected to Sprint where I was told the bill hadn't been paid. Another time, while Comcast was having internet trouble, our cable and internet went out. My dad blamed it on their troubles, but my brother called and found the cable bill hasn't been paid.
My mother is a very nice women, but she isn't all that bright. it's hard explaining things to her, but she's a great mother. The only thing is she refuses to pay bills again and says my father has to learn to be a man. I'm worried because our credit sucks and I'll need my grandmother from my father's side to cosign my loans. She'll just use that to her advantage to guilt me into "liking" her. When I tell my mother this she just says that maybe when I try and get a student loan my father will realize.
My parents are 12 years apparent and very distant. My mother didn't know much about her options in her twenties because shed had moved to America when she was 16 and lived with her parents. My grandfather was abusive and controlling, so the only way out she knew was through marriage. Thus, she married my father. Now she warns me about marrying young and I can see how distant they are. They were never really close, though. They often argue, but that's okay with me. I'd be okay if they divorced, happy even. You see, they're just not meet to be, as corny and cliché as that sound. They won't do it until my brother and I are in college, though because it's easier, especially since they don't make much money. My mother is a housekeeper in a hospital and my father works in a factory, but got laid off on Tuesday and is currently claiming unemployment. I'm lower-middle class and okay with it because I still live pretty well and most people I know are either lower-middle class or middle class. A few are upper-middle class.
Well, I've said a mouthful so I'll save my aunts, uncles, and the like for later. Once again, don't pity me. I love my family, as dysfunctional and messed up as they are.
My grandparents on my mother's side are really nice. It's hard to believe that my grandfather used to be controlling and abusive, but he was. Now, they're very nice people and pretty much your average foreign seniors.
My grandmother on my father side is a complete stalker. She likes people to need her and to cling to her. She'll call all the cell phones and the house phone to get a hold of us. if we don't answer she'll bring it up sometime, even in company. She interrogates us and about everything we do, and believe me, she know everything we do. I can't leave my house without her knowing why. My grandmother visits often with excuses like she;s bringing food or my grandfather, who's an alcoholic and missing fingers, has to cut my 52-year-old father's lawn and do his yard-work. She gets obsessive and annoying, so I try and drop not-so-subtle hints, but she just goes crying to my father. My father, being the mama's boy he is, believes her every word of her exaggerated story that makes me out to be a complete...well, you know. After mustering the courage I tired to straight out tell her to stop coming over so often, but she just called me crabby and told everyone what I did. My mother laughed, but I got a lot of people telling me I was rude and I need to respect her.
My grandfather on my father's side is, like I previously said, an alcoholic. He's a pretty nice guy, and isn't a mean drunk at all, but every time he comes over he drinks nearly all of our liquor. He even replaces the clear liquor such as vodka with water. He did this once and my parents served vodka at a family party, only to have everyone tell them it was water.
My father is a lazy bum and a mama's boy. He's so lazy he doesn't pay bills, even though we can afford him. My mother has seen many notices, and we've had things cut off from his bill-paying habits. Just Tuesday our electricity went out and he went off on this huge lie based on a loud bang my parents heard earlier while my brother and I were in school. He said a fuse or something broke which caused our power to be shut off as well as areas around us. According to him the nearby Walgreens had no power but got it back and our neighbor was on a generator. Having a habit of lying when the bills weren't paid everyone was very skeptical. Sure enough, my mother calls the next day and found out he hadn't paid the bill for two months. She confronted him, but as usual he said she was overreacting and left. This isn't the first time, either. He once didn't pay the cell phone bills and my phone wouldn't text. My call got redirected to Sprint where I was told the bill hadn't been paid. Another time, while Comcast was having internet trouble, our cable and internet went out. My dad blamed it on their troubles, but my brother called and found the cable bill hasn't been paid.
My mother is a very nice women, but she isn't all that bright. it's hard explaining things to her, but she's a great mother. The only thing is she refuses to pay bills again and says my father has to learn to be a man. I'm worried because our credit sucks and I'll need my grandmother from my father's side to cosign my loans. She'll just use that to her advantage to guilt me into "liking" her. When I tell my mother this she just says that maybe when I try and get a student loan my father will realize.
My parents are 12 years apparent and very distant. My mother didn't know much about her options in her twenties because shed had moved to America when she was 16 and lived with her parents. My grandfather was abusive and controlling, so the only way out she knew was through marriage. Thus, she married my father. Now she warns me about marrying young and I can see how distant they are. They were never really close, though. They often argue, but that's okay with me. I'd be okay if they divorced, happy even. You see, they're just not meet to be, as corny and cliché as that sound. They won't do it until my brother and I are in college, though because it's easier, especially since they don't make much money. My mother is a housekeeper in a hospital and my father works in a factory, but got laid off on Tuesday and is currently claiming unemployment. I'm lower-middle class and okay with it because I still live pretty well and most people I know are either lower-middle class or middle class. A few are upper-middle class.
Well, I've said a mouthful so I'll save my aunts, uncles, and the like for later. Once again, don't pity me. I love my family, as dysfunctional and messed up as they are.
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