Last Topic: 7:51:44pm, 09/24/2023
Last Post: 2:15:23am, 04/28/2024
I know your pain, TC. I had a shit dad, too, though for different reasons.
I honestly wish my dad had been a deadbeat. I'd rather have not known him than know the one I had.
"I don't know whose son you are, but you're no son of mine! They made a mistake at the hospital; you're not my son!"
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That was his favorite thing to say to me.
He didn't like having a certain word for a son (I'm autistic), so he really wanted the psychiatrist I went to back in elementary school to "fix" me so he could have a normal son. The psychiatrist flat told him "Your son is fine, there's nothing to fix", and he was so disappointed. No parent should ever say something like that about their own child.
When my older sister was still a child, he threatened to take her away and never let my mom see her again if she ever tried to spanorce him.
He was a hoarder, like the folks from that show on cable; my mom, aunt, and grandmother cleaned out the house once when my sis was starting to take her first steps, and he blew up on them for it.
He'd threaten to take out a second mortgage on the house if we pissed him off.
Ruined his and my mom's credit by falling for all those "Get rich by sitting at home doing nothing!" letters we'd get in the mail. He hated working, always acting like the world owed him a living. He would've instantly left us if he'd ever won the lottery.
Got pissed at me once for "sitting like a black person", so add racism to the list. Funny, he liked to boast that he had been good friends with Little Richard at one time. I guess that's why they stopped being friends, if they even even know each other to begin with.
He loved to say my sister was his favorite out of the two of us, which rightfully pissed off everyone; my sis especially would blow up on him for it, and he even called her a fat lesbian for it once, so add homophobia to the list.
Pointed his fucking gun at me. Twice. The first time was intimidation masked as a "joke", the second time was after I did something to piss him off; the only reasons he didn't fully cross that line was because my sis stood in front of his gun and told him that he'd have to shoot her, too, and my mom pulled her own gun on him.
Thank fuck he died of cancer back in the summer of '09. It was rough until I graduated high school in 2012, but we wound up being better off without him.
Also, to the mods:
Describing autism in any non-clinical manner is usually a bad idea. Make sure you are not using it as an insult in any way.
I got that pop-up when I tried to post this. I wanna make it clear that I DO NOT support describing autism in a non-clinical manner. I'm just saying what he used to say to me. Don't mod me, please.
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