So, I'm not one to usually be writing about how I feel and shit....
Haha, what am I saying? Yes I am.
So, if people actually pay attention to my G+ posts whining about my computer and father, then you understand a little of what's going on.
If not, whatever. I didn't expect you to.
Either way, the whole thing goes like this:
My dad lived with his girlfriend for about two years or so. During this time, he's been trying to fix his car. Recently, he finally bought a part for it, to which she got pissed off about. Hence, now he came back to his mother's. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love my dad. He is my dad. But, at points, I just cannot stand him. This being one of them.
My dad lived with his girlfriend for about two years or so. During this time, he's been trying to fix his car. Recently, he finally bought a part for it, to which she got pissed off about. Hence, now he came back to his mother's. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love my dad. He is my dad. But, at points, I just cannot stand him. This being one of them.
The house I live in, only contains two bedrooms. When my father did live with me and my grandmother, I was a bit younger, so I'd sleep in her room. When his girlfriend came a long, I was a bit older, so I slept in the living room. I didn't mind, since I already graduated and I never had anything to do.
Now, present time.
I've got a night job, a tiring one at that, and he expects me to sleep on the couch now? I didn't argue the first day, mainly since I assumed he'd just go back to his girlfriend the next day. But, one week later, there I am, still sleeping on the fucking couch. I mean, I guess it's okay, until you mention the computer. When it comes to doing my hobbies, I prefer being alone, unbothered. I don't want to hear the basketball game in the background nor the early children shows. I don't want to hear the voice of my little sister talking to me every five minutes. I want silence. I want to hear my thoughts and my music, not you.
To meet this complaint, he offered me to get on when he's off fixing his car or at work. To most people, this seemed oh so great. To me, I'm like, "Are you serious?" I work during the night, I sleep during the day, yet the only time I can get on without being bother is during the day? I'm a night person, not a day person. He complained about the computer having a different wallpaper and different kinds of files on it. What did you expect? After two+ years, it's not going to look the same. "Since you fucked up my computer, I'm taking your TV as mine." ... Hahahaha. As if. "As much as I rather not mention it, you're getting the new computer for income tax, I'm keeping this, " I told him. Yet he still argued, which I would prefer not to get into.
Yet, my further complaints are unheard. My grandmother, who've I've spoken to about this many nights already, says she's taking no sides, she just wants me and father to get along. How haughty. As much as to her dismay, I must disagree on some parts. I mean, yes, that is her son, of course she'll care about him and that he has a roof over his head. But, to me, my father is a grown man, still running back to mum when things go wrong. Yet in a way, he's still a boy. He can't become an adult and get an actual working car, instead he likes to pretend his car is one of those in Fast and Furious. The only difference is, his always breaks, he doesn't even need guns and missiles. It just breaks. He needs to grow up.
My grandmother finds him living here a positive thing though. She says, "Think about it. We're going to have more food since your dad won't be taking any to the other place. When he fixes his car, also transportation!" The only plus I find is that I get transportation. Even then, that's a long shot since he'll be out and about on the streets. Whatever extra food we have, he'll most likely finish. I find absolutely no positives in him staying here, at least for me. Sometimes, I wish I could just leave. Move out and live somewhere else. Of course, being a "minor", I couldn't. I'm just kind of sick of this. Maybe... no. I couldn't run away. I'd literally break grandmother's heart if I did.
Oh well. The world just seems to want to screw me over.
