I know, I know, real original.... I don't think I necessarily hate him, but I do feel very callous towards him. He just completely sucks the life out of the room with how callous he can be, always complaining about the smallest things or chastising the whole house for our mistakes. Look, I get it. He's the breadwinner. He's the one paying the bills. Paying for my dumbass film school. But that doesn't give him the right to be so condescending to me.
Sometimes I'll try to strike up a real conversation with him, usually when I see him sitting alone and I feel bad. I mean, he does a lot for me, right? I should acknowledge his existence like a good son. But then the conversation either A) Turns into a lecture or B) A venting session about whatever's pissing him off.
I really hate the first one. Couldn't care less about my dad bitching about his job or how expensive shit is, but I'm tired of him constantly trying to "educate" me, which is basically just 24/7 criticism. One time went on me about why I'm not trying to get my license. Oh, I don't know, maybe it's because you were fucking screaming at me when teaching me how to drive! And now I'm too scared shitless to even touch the steering wheel without knowing if you're going to yell at me again for a simple mistake.
I don't know why he has to act like this. Why can't he just let me be? I swear once I throw my brains out I hope it breaks. I hope he feels like shit when he sees my body at the funeral. When I one day leave the world for good, I hope he never, and I mean NEVER feels peace.
Sometimes I'll try to strike up a real conversation with him, usually when I see him sitting alone and I feel bad. I mean, he does a lot for me, right? I should acknowledge his existence like a good son. But then the conversation either A) Turns into a lecture or B) A venting session about whatever's pissing him off.
I really hate the first one. Couldn't care less about my dad bitching about his job or how expensive shit is, but I'm tired of him constantly trying to "educate" me, which is basically just 24/7 criticism. One time went on me about why I'm not trying to get my license. Oh, I don't know, maybe it's because you were fucking screaming at me when teaching me how to drive! And now I'm too scared shitless to even touch the steering wheel without knowing if you're going to yell at me again for a simple mistake.
I don't know why he has to act like this. Why can't he just let me be? I swear once I throw my brains out I hope it breaks. I hope he feels like shit when he sees my body at the funeral. When I one day leave the world for good, I hope he never, and I mean NEVER feels peace.
