Okay my mom sent my dad to California to live in one of our apartment units (for free) we pay for his water, electricity, gas, cable, food, car, car insurance, cigs, beer, clothing, EVERYTHING!!! He does not work.
He is 57 years old.
History: My dad was never in my life EVER! Never paid child support, etc. They divorced when I was 4. And I only saw him a few times after that.
My mom feels bad for the way he lived and wants to help him.
Well I feel totally taken advantage of. I have to go grocery shopping for him, do all his paperwork (bills, etc.), register his vehicle, pay all his bills, pay his rent, buy him cigarettes almost everyday and he begs about 3-5 times a day for beer.
He cannot be given an allowance because he will blow his money away on beer and god knows what else and starve.
I cannot even give him money ($2.00 in change) to do his laundry in the laundy room because he'll buy beer with the money.
So I have to monitor every little d**n thing.
Well his friend moved in to my dad's unit (my mom owns the apartment building) which is a $1200.00 month unit. He has no money either. So now I have to pay for BOTH of their stuff.
I just went grocery shopping for my dad 4 days ago and comes to find out he is already out of food. Well I was feeding my dogs some eggs this morning and his friend (who slept over at my house last night because him and my dad are fighting) says "oh your cooking eggs for your dogs but your dad is starving"!
I am ANNOYED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...
How the h**l am I suppose to know that he is starving. I just bought him groceries the other day (yes I have to go to the store do his grocery shopping, pay for his stuff, and deliver it to him). And than hear his friend and him b*tch about the food I buy. "THis is not the right kind of food I like. I need this and I only eat that, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, ANNOYED!!!
Then I have to hear them b*tching that they are out of cigarettes and beer.
Then the way my dad talks to me is sooooooo rude. He'll call like 5 times a day starting at 8a.m. I need this and I need that. I'm like can you wait I am in the middle of work. Then he says "oh well I guess you won't be here for like 4 hours" click.
He really thinks that I am his daily errand runner for beer, cigs, food, whatever he desires. And I am quit sick of it! I cannot spend 1-3 hours a day at his beck and call.
No he is not physically ill.
I really feel unappreciated, totally disrespected, and like a d**n slave/servant but I am the one with the money!!!!!!!!!
What do you all think?
Am I being unsympathetic, I really do not feel that I am. I feel totally abused.
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