when i was little, i always looked up to my dad. i don’t think i can anymore and i hate it.?
Question by bluhh!: when i was little, i always looked up to my dad. i don’t think i can anymore and i hate it.?
When i was little my dad knew how to deal with me. He was always light hearted and kind. I don’t exactly know where his mind snapped. As i got older he started to get controlling.. he used to make my sister and i clean the house all day everyday..sounds like normal father behavior.. i remember pulling an all-night cleaning the whole house so i would be able to go out on a Saturday. Instead of letting me have my Saturday, he found more things for me to do and said “that was last night”
A few years ago my parents got divorced. They hate each other, and i’m fine with that. My dad re-married a woman with three children, three dogs, and two cats. I’m allergic to dogs and cats to the point that i can barely set foot in their home. I take medication, but i also have tons of food allergies and his wife tried to claim they were “in my head”. Iv’e had scratch tests.. so they are NOT in my head. One time she knew i was eating something i was allergic to, and didn’t tell me. Every time i see her she says “how are you feeling today?” after i tell her i’m feeling great, she pretends i don’t exist the rest of the time that i am there. She would never give up her animals for me, and my dad would never ask her to. Despite all this, my dad is my dad.. and i always try to see him. I tried to sleep over the other day, but i had an asthma attack and had to go home at 2 in the morning, to take a shower and get my breathing under control. Even after all of my efforts to show my dad i love him, he still always blames me for everything that happens with our relationship. His wife likes to pretend that she’s helping our relationship. The other day for his birthday, she bought him a gift for me to give to him. I always get gifts for my father, so the fact the she did that, made me upset. Like i don’t love him enough or something? i was offended, so i text my mom about it so i could vent a little bit. my mom text back and said “she’s an ass”. Later on that day, i left my phone in the bathroom. my father knew i had text my mom, and decided to read it, and when he was driving me home, he had the nerve to tell me he went through my phone. And instead of asking me why i felt that way, he also decided to tell me that he was turning off my phone. I’m really hurt that even though i tried to show him i love him, he did that. you know? That was just too far. You don’t do that to your 17 year old, and if you think there’s something you don’t want to know in someones personal things, don’t read it in the first place.
I remember one time we were at a gas station, and there was a man who stole money from someone. The man who stole tried to get away, but was knocked out by someone (i don’t remember how) and people at the gas station called the police. My dad decided to be “heroic” and went to hold the man down while the police were on their way. The man was still sleeping face down, and when my dad went to sit on his back, he started rubbing the criminals face into the pavement. Not Heroic. I have held that in for so long, and tried to block memories like this out of my mind, that i feel like i need to put this out there so i can try to “let go” of it instead. i don’t know why i tried so incredibly hard to have my father and look up to him. i was only able to when i was a little girl, and oblivious. i’m ashamed.
i’m not really ashamed. i guess i’m just sad. i haven’t talked to my dad for a couple weeks, and i’m not planning on talking to him anytime soon.
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Answer by The Lonely Ape Man
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