*Sigh*... My "Dad"...
Posted by Hayle Harisse on Thursday, May 7, 2009
Here goes a probably long post...
Oh, and the " "s " in the title don't imply that he's not my real father, they mean that I don't think of him as a father. I think of him more as a sort of struggling dictator, who's used to ruling with fear, but people are beginning to stand up, and he's losing the control he once had.
For this whole post, I will be writing as one person, to avoid confusion. So when I say "us" or "we", I'm not just talking about me.
For the first few years of my life, my dad was irritating but approachable. He was very annoying, but alright as a person... I don't remember very well, actually. I do remember that he always used to tell really bad jokes, most of which weren't even his. That hasn't changed, actually. At least I won't be one of those people who say "the old ones are the best"...
Due to the fact that I was quite young (around 10 maybe?), I can't remember exactly when it was that he started getting drunk and shouting at us all at least every week. Those days, we'd only ever see him in the morning, at dinner time, or when there was something good on TV, on weekdays at least. The rest of the time he was in his shed, down the pub, or, for the first couple of years, at work. I think he stayed at home all day on Saturdays, actually, but he was mostly in his shed then, unless we were watching a film or something...
Eventually we managed to stand up to him, and maybe about three years later he gave up drinking (stop it, you know I only mean alcohol), and thus we reached the state we're in now.
Explaining everything wrong with him in the present day would make this post reach unreadable-due-to-boring-looking-size-of-post length, it would be less reasonable-blog-entry-length and more reasonable-chapter-length. Not that everything wrong now wasn't the case in the past, it probably at least mostly was. Most annoyingly, though, is that through all of his ego and all of his words, he still believes that the marriage can be "saved"...
He just. Doesn't. Get it.
He says he's changed and that if my mum gave him a chance he'd be a good husband, and when she says no? Insults, shouting etc. etc. the whole deal again and again...
As an example of the sort of arguments he causes; this morning he was saying that letting my sister sleep in the same room as her boyfriend is immoral. Not only is it completely legal at their ages (late teens. I could be more specific, but I won't be), but also, the room is right next to the room he sleeps in, and whenever he hears the slightest noise from the room at night, he bangs on the wall and shouts shut up, among other things. Not to mention the fact that I sleep in that room as well, so that would be disgusting anyway. But it's completely immoral, and we know it, apparently, so he's come to the conclusion that we have no morals. He thinks that my sister and my brother should swap rooms, so it would be "the boys in one room and the girl in the other". On top of all this (and possibly explaining some of it), he claims to be Christian. Everyone with a working brain knows where that leads though...
Oh, and the " "s " in the title don't imply that he's not my real father, they mean that I don't think of him as a father. I think of him more as a sort of struggling dictator, who's used to ruling with fear, but people are beginning to stand up, and he's losing the control he once had.
For this whole post, I will be writing as one person, to avoid confusion. So when I say "us" or "we", I'm not just talking about me.
For the first few years of my life, my dad was irritating but approachable. He was very annoying, but alright as a person... I don't remember very well, actually. I do remember that he always used to tell really bad jokes, most of which weren't even his. That hasn't changed, actually. At least I won't be one of those people who say "the old ones are the best"...
Due to the fact that I was quite young (around 10 maybe?), I can't remember exactly when it was that he started getting drunk and shouting at us all at least every week. Those days, we'd only ever see him in the morning, at dinner time, or when there was something good on TV, on weekdays at least. The rest of the time he was in his shed, down the pub, or, for the first couple of years, at work. I think he stayed at home all day on Saturdays, actually, but he was mostly in his shed then, unless we were watching a film or something...
Eventually we managed to stand up to him, and maybe about three years later he gave up drinking (stop it, you know I only mean alcohol), and thus we reached the state we're in now.
Explaining everything wrong with him in the present day would make this post reach unreadable-due-to-boring-looking-size-of-post length, it would be less reasonable-blog-entry-length and more reasonable-chapter-length. Not that everything wrong now wasn't the case in the past, it probably at least mostly was. Most annoyingly, though, is that through all of his ego and all of his words, he still believes that the marriage can be "saved"...
He just. Doesn't. Get it.
He says he's changed and that if my mum gave him a chance he'd be a good husband, and when she says no? Insults, shouting etc. etc. the whole deal again and again...
As an example of the sort of arguments he causes; this morning he was saying that letting my sister sleep in the same room as her boyfriend is immoral. Not only is it completely legal at their ages (late teens. I could be more specific, but I won't be), but also, the room is right next to the room he sleeps in, and whenever he hears the slightest noise from the room at night, he bangs on the wall and shouts shut up, among other things. Not to mention the fact that I sleep in that room as well, so that would be disgusting anyway. But it's completely immoral, and we know it, apparently, so he's come to the conclusion that we have no morals. He thinks that my sister and my brother should swap rooms, so it would be "the boys in one room and the girl in the other". On top of all this (and possibly explaining some of it), he claims to be Christian. Everyone with a working brain knows where that leads though...