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It's because my dad finally broke down and killed me like I'm sure he's wanted to do since I entered my senior year of high school. Either he has become a lot more sensitive than he has been in the past, or I've become more irritating/snarky, because not only does he make me feel hideously unfunny, but he's now developed a "tone" when dealing with me. I'm not trying to sound parental or anything, but you'd think he could be a little more mature.
1) Back in September (coulda been august, idk) my parents took me out to dinner, during which came up the discussion of my wanting to go to a community college away from home. I wanted to go to Cuesta in Paso Robles, CA. That's only 4 hours north of where I live currently, and I'd be living with my aunt and uncle or possibly my great grandmother while going to school up there. They've already said it was okay with them if it was okay with my parents. I was so excited. I'm not quite sure, but it turned into a fight between my father and I. I'm sure this was when he first realized he wanted to kill me. I went a week without talking to him, and managing to avoid him in our dinky little two bedroom apartment. I'm just that awesome.
2) I'm sure there have been incidents between #1 and this one, but I cannot for the life of me remember them, so I'll go ahead with this one. My best friend is having major knee surgery on March 1st. She is in love with my dad's home-made pizza. And I'm not gonna lie, it's pretty much heaven on pizza dough. He promised he would make her some the saturday before her surgery. AKA yesterday. I was under the assumption that he would be making this pizza for us for lunch, and so appropriately I made sure to wake him up from his nap around noon to start on the pizza. I mean, Holly would be done with her swim meet in 30 minutes, and dad had promised her pizza! Seeing as how he didn't seem in a big rush to get up, I snuck down our stairs and sat on the last few steps, peering through the railing until he saw me. He was awake and unable to sleep. He pretty much glared at me and tried not to raise his voice (almost a wasted effort on his part) and only said "This is NOT gonna be okay with me." He had the bloodlust in his eyes. I didn't back down, though. I simply got up, still looking at him, came down the stairs, and reminded him of his promise. He had failed to tell me the pizza was for dinner until that moment. After he informed me of this, I replied, telling him that if he had told me that sooner, all of this could have been prevented.
3) And we have today. My dad keeps pushing Cal Poly SLO (despite my not wanting to go to a 4 year college) and back when we had our fight, had made it clear that my only chance at being allowed to move to Paso for school would be if I went to Cal Poly. So, I broke down and applied. He came up to see me this morning, and we were talking about swimming, which turned to my getting into college. The FAFSA is due on March 1st, and I have yet to fill it out, so I asked if he would fill it out with me this weekend, since it's due and I want to fill it out with my parents. Sure, he didn't have a problem with it. After making french toast for everyone, I went to my moms computer in the back room and shouted "FAFSA timeeeee!" to my parents in the living room. My dad sighed and asked if I could let him rest for a little. I know that what my dad calls "a little rest" is actually a day long nap. He sleep entire weekends. I swear, it's like he only ever comes home to sleep, eat, and play on facebook. He's always doing one of those things at home. My brother and I pretty much don't exist except for background noise. So I replied sure, and that, you know, it was only my future, Cause who cares if I can't go to the 4 year school he wants me to go to because he felt like napping was tons more important than helping me fill out a form for federal grants. In response to what I had said, his voice took on its "I'll kill you" tone that he used yesterday, and said "Don't guilt trip me."
It'd be a crying shame if he couldnt sleep because he felt so guilty.
 I_The_Prokaryote · Sun Feb 27, 2011 @ 09:29pm · 0 Comments |
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