First off, I know I dont have the worst dad in the world, hes actually prety cool sometimes.
ok, so he just came home today and the first word out of his mouth was "forget!" (As usual)
he was complaining about there being dog hair on the furniture, which is impossible to prevent since we have a very large long haired st bernard who sheds so much we could make about 3 fur coats a month.
after that fit, he went on to complain about an open bag of chips in the pantry. He instantly yelled at me for it even though I havent eaten those chips since about a week ago.
he then walked into my room to yell at me for being on my computer "all day" even though it was still booting up. He does that one a lot. He thinks all my brother and I ever do Is play video games and make messes. Even though we both have straight A's in school and our rooms are spotless. I think that I should be able to play as much video games as I want as long as I have a cleen room and good grades. So after that he made me shut my PC off and told me that for now on we cant play video games or be on computers after he got home (6:00 PM)
he went I to the kitchen, cussed a little more cos there "wasnt enough ice because you and your brother used it all" even tho I hate ice in my drinks. This is basically what a typical night at my house is like.
my dad gets very angry at very stupid things. He has an anger management issue that he doesnt do anything about. Whenever we tell him he should join a class or read a book about controlling his anger, he just gets mad and tells us he can control it.
my dad isnt abusive, alcoholic, or a drug user so its not because of any of that. I have generally lost all respect for him. I know he puts food on our table and pays for a lot of things for us, I just wish he was in a happier mood whe he does it.
I have also noticed that nearly everything bad that happens, my dad always asumes it was me. And a lot of times he refuses to think it wasnt. Most of the time when my brother (or some ghost living in our house) breaks something and he wont admit it, I get blamed. Im pretty sure my parents like me just the same as my brother, but it sure as hell doesnt seem like it.
im not quite sure why im posting this, maybe for sympathy, maybe so someone out there can atleast know how I feel, maybe for solutions to this problem, idk.
