Resident Irrelevancy (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} honeymuzzle) wrote,@ 2006-07-08 00:28:00 |
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speed racer dad
Dad went nuts today.
He was screaming in the car about how useless and lazy everyone was, how useless his kids are, how i need to learn how to drive, etc. I barely stepped into the car, and all of a sudden things were my fault. Shaun wasn't even in the car, and all of a sudden things were his fault, too.
The car hit nearly 70 mph within a single residential block, over and over, because he kept screeching to a halt at stop signs.
I was fumbling for my seat belt, but the mad bumps and jolts made it really hard to locate. When we got off the car, I felt kind of sick.
Angie kept provoking him further too, retorting with little side comments and making him madder. All these years, and she still hasn't learned how to cooperate.
Speaking of Angie- she's starting to pull some bizarre stepmother behavior on me. Not only does she freak out about little things (like using her Designated Drinking Cup on accident), but she's been lurking around the house more awkwardly than before. Whenever she fills the rice bowls at dinner, she skips mine and my brother's.
"Where are ours?" I asked, and she responded, "Oh, I don't know which ones are yours."
And the other day, she filled one bowl for both me and Shaun.
"Where is mine?" I asked, and she pointed at Shaun's bowl and mumbled.
It's just really strange, because she moved in three, four years ago, and we go through the exact same routine every single dinner.
She used to know.
After I dealt with passport services, Dad took me to the construction site, to paint two pillars and a wall. He disappeared and left me with his construction worker friends, who called me "restaurant girl" and asked me why my hair was so short.
I thought about replying, "Because my girlfriend likes it this way," but that would have been inconsiderate because I would have soiled my father's reputation or something.
Dad went nuts today.
He was screaming in the car about how useless and lazy everyone was, how useless his kids are, how i need to learn how to drive, etc. I barely stepped into the car, and all of a sudden things were my fault. Shaun wasn't even in the car, and all of a sudden things were his fault, too.
The car hit nearly 70 mph within a single residential block, over and over, because he kept screeching to a halt at stop signs.
I was fumbling for my seat belt, but the mad bumps and jolts made it really hard to locate. When we got off the car, I felt kind of sick.
Angie kept provoking him further too, retorting with little side comments and making him madder. All these years, and she still hasn't learned how to cooperate.
Speaking of Angie- she's starting to pull some bizarre stepmother behavior on me. Not only does she freak out about little things (like using her Designated Drinking Cup on accident), but she's been lurking around the house more awkwardly than before. Whenever she fills the rice bowls at dinner, she skips mine and my brother's.
"Where are ours?" I asked, and she responded, "Oh, I don't know which ones are yours."
And the other day, she filled one bowl for both me and Shaun.
"Where is mine?" I asked, and she pointed at Shaun's bowl and mumbled.
It's just really strange, because she moved in three, four years ago, and we go through the exact same routine every single dinner.
She used to know.
After I dealt with passport services, Dad took me to the construction site, to paint two pillars and a wall. He disappeared and left me with his construction worker friends, who called me "restaurant girl" and asked me why my hair was so short.
I thought about replying, "Because my girlfriend likes it this way," but that would have been inconsiderate because I would have soiled my father's reputation or something.
