Monday, April 14, 2008

How About Less Help And More Fucking Off?

My dad is and has always been one of those people who can't leave well enough alone. There is his way and only his way. Anything else is the wrong way. No matter what you're doing, he knows how it could be done better. If something goes wrong he knows what you should have done. And he'll tell you, constantly, until you want to punch something. Or if he's really in a mood he'll redo it for you, he'll "fix" it.
This is NOT a habit I encourage. I know that he means well but for me, there is nothing that makes it more clear what an idiot you must take me for. I don't need anyone to be constantly correcting, fixing and criticizing every little thing I do. It drives me fucking crazy.
Now, keep in mind, the only reason he ever gets away with anything like this is because he's my dad. You on the other hand are not. So if you ever start pulling this kind of obnoxious bullshit with me, I swear by all things unholy I will rip out your tongue and shove it up your ass.

11 comments:

Mr. Fabulous said...

Yeah, but you know, you'll just mess it up and I'll have to pull my tongue back out of my ass and shove it in correctly...

Robin said...

I swear, you are talking about my dad. Except even when he is at fault he somehow finds a way to still blame someone else. It's NEVER his fault!

Gwenhwyfar said...

Fab - It's a good thing I love you.

Robin - Oh yeah, that's be my dad... *sigh*

Robin said...

We could probably share horror stories. My favorite is the time he made me miss the photo day for my marching band because he was sure I lost the part of the camcorder. In the end it turned out he had lost it and I missed the whole day and he never apologized.

Gwenhwyfar said...

That's nice, real nice.
Mine is the time he yelled at me for an hour because the basement was a "pigsty". When I adamantly denied that I had anything to do with the mess I got the old "it didn't just get messy by itself" and a lecture about telling the truth and taking responsibility. Sure enough, my brother just happened to walk in the door so I turned to him and asked "Is this your stuff in here?" He looked at me like I was an idiot and says "Yeah, I'll pick it up in a second."
I have not ever gotten an apology for that one either.

sourpuss said...

Yep. You pegged a part of my dad there, too. That, plus other things, just got worse (or I became less tolerant?) until it reached a point where I just stopped talking to, or visiting, my parents. It was hard on my mum but I figured the constant fighting was harder because I couldn't just "let it be".

The good news? Our family relationships have blossomed since his passing 8 years ago and sometimes I forget he even existed.

Ask said...

That blog post was pretty shoddy, Jenny. I could've done it way better. Look a them words. Damn commie words.

Gwenhwyfar said...

Are you drunk?

Ask said...

I *wish*! Actually I don't. Not without someone to take advantage.

Gwenhwyfar said...

Sorry hun, I'm too far away.

Lola Magnolia said...

Don't we all have dad's like that??!