Tuesday, June 12, 2018

My not so supportive father

Sorry to say this,  but this is only here to rant. I'm going to be vague and say my dad is a shitty parent. He infuriates me to no fucking end. A parents job is to be supportive, comforting, caring, reliable,  etc. By all means he is hardly a parent.
For fucks sake, when I make plans a day before to buy shoes because my tattered ones are hurting my feet at my job, the next day he gets angry when I want to leave before the shoe store closes. He's playing some dumb face book farming game which is more important than his own child. He had the odacity to say I wanted him to drop everything. Despite his complaint he says fine (a common occurrence,  say no and complain but say something along the lines of fine whatever, hence making me feel guilty) and then he acts grumpy like some child for the next half hour. This occurence was weeks ago.
His other not so fartherly moments: telling me not to cry when I was throwing a silent tantrum (no crying allowed wowwww) instead of comforting me.  Just scolding. Just like when today I showed my dislike for getting another blood withdrawal, he tells me to get over it. I hate needles,  I hate watching and feeling my blood get sucked out. I might have a thyroid problem, but after 2 lost blood tests I am doubtful about another test. Not like my dad wants to spend money on medication or any kind of treatment anyway.

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