Okay, so, my dad really annoys me. I mean, I know I'm supposed to love my dad, and put up with it all to prevent hurting his feelings or something. But its just.. its really hard. When I'm obviously listening to music, or watching the END of a movie [thats not on a dvd, its non-rewindable on a television show], or reading, or just busy-- he talks over whatever I'm doing! And not to tell me something interesting, he'll tell me things that make me feel bad. Like, you know the Breaking Dawn Midnight Masquerade? Well, I didnt go. I heard about it too late, didnt have a costume, and the twilight-hype had sort of worn off me. I'm not obsessed anymore. And plus, I already met Steph at a book signing, and it wasnt like she was going to be there. So, I didnt go. But today, he talks over my music (he's got a hearing problem, he's not deaf, just has really bad hearing. so not only does he yell everything he says, I also have to repeat myself multiple times whenever I talk...) and keeps asking me about the book I bought today. It went a little something like this:
Dad: You bought the book?
Me: Yeah. Dont touch it. (I'll admit, that sounds a little rude. But I've been losing my patience with him)
Dad: So, where'd you get it?
Me: Indigo.
Dad: Which one?
Me: The one at the mall.
Dad: Oh, yeah? Which mall? (Stupid question.. we live like, 10 minutes from the eaton center and were only gone for like, half an hour.)
Me: The Eaton Center.
Dad: So, what kind of braceletes were they giving out at midnight?
Me: I dont know.. I wasnt there!! (And now I'm starting to feel bad about not going. But I looked it up, and its just those paper braceletes for if you pre-ordered)
-all the while, my music is playing under his insanely loud voice-
Me (again): Arg. I'm trying to listen to my music! Just leave me alone, okay?!
Dad: Okay, okay. No need to get all mad.
Me: ...
Dad: So, where's Mom? (please notice how he ignores my pleas to leave me alone)
Me: Out.
Dad: Out like where?
Me: She’s at a reunion!!
Dad: A reunion?
Me: YES! I said she’s at a reunion, what else could that mean?!
Dad: Well, I’m just asking. I wish she would tell me these things.
Me: Well, she didn’t, and she’s gone, so there’s nothing you can do about it now!!!
Dad: What?
Me: NOTHING!
Dad: Jeez, I thawed out the steaks already…
Me: I DON’T CARE!! Just leave me alone!!
Dad: Well, I’m just saying--
Me: AHHH!!!
Okay, as I write this, he has started talking again…
Anyways, these are how the majority of our forced conversations go. And I just snap, I cant take it. Please don’t call me an ungrateful angsty teenager, I’m asking for help, aren’t I? And please don’t say something like, ‘Talk it out with him’ because that just doesn’t work. Even my mom says he’s not smart. He just doesn’t have social skills, around anyone. Like, he never goes out with friends, because he has none. His side of the family like my mom better… Oh, and please don’t say for me to leave the room. Not only have I tried that (he follows me…), but its also my house. I don’t want to have to run, in my own home.
I just don’t know what to do. We’ll never, ever get along. What should I do? I appreciate answers, because this was an insanely super long question.
Thankyou,
x Caroline
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