lizzywednesday
08-15-2013, 08:24 PM
The title should say it all, shouldn't it?
So, my dad's life is very ... unsettled ... at the moment.
He married his girlfriend at the end of March; they moved in together at the end of May.
In between, he managed to alienate my sister, accuse her boyfriend of theft (due to the boyfriend's admitted painkiller addiction), lose a job I thought he'd begun ... and lose a 2nd house.
He is overweight, likely pre diabetic, and will be 61 in October.
Since moving in with his new wife, they have had several fights over her daughters (who are two of the most selfish, entitled, and greedy little b!tches I have EVER met ... if I had done a quarter of the things they do to their mother to my father when I was their age, I would have found myself on the freaking street; instead, they're taken on cruises and trips to Hawaii :nodno: ) at least one over the daughters' dog (during which my stepmother TOOK MY FATHER'S GLASSES AWAY and locked them in her bedroom - WTF???) ... and several crying sessions over the lack of a relationship with my sister.
He group-texts all of us daily, which is fine, but the texts have come at all hours of the day and night. When he sent one at 9pm, one of my brothers threw a hissy fit & demanded to be removed from the group.
He is lonely and depressed and really needs therapy, but obviously can't afford it. (And even if he could, I doubt anything would change. He doesn't really work at things.)
But, for the love of all that is holy, YOUR CHILDREN ARE NOT THERAPY!
I don't want to hear about his problems with his DW or the step-demons.
I don't want to hear about how sad he is.
I don't want to hear about how much he misses my sister's kids.
I don't want to hear about how he worries for those babies - jeez, if you were so worried, you would call effing DYFS yourself and petition the county for custody!
I have my own worries and my own life. Like the fact that my company just upped our hours without upping our pay (though I should be thankful it was only that and not the round of layoffs we'd all been anticipating) ... or the fact that my DH's place of employment is jerking his chain ... or the fact that, despite their hiring a SLEW of people who just do NOT grasp the concept of a schedule, my company is insisting on moving a lot more of our work offshore - and they are asking us to train our replacements ... or the 50lbs I'd like to lose ... or a million other things I get anxious about on a daily basis.
I love my dad. I've attempted to (gently but firmly) set limits but he threw a hissy. I don't need THAT either.
I'm done. Just DONE.
So, my dad's life is very ... unsettled ... at the moment.
He married his girlfriend at the end of March; they moved in together at the end of May.
In between, he managed to alienate my sister, accuse her boyfriend of theft (due to the boyfriend's admitted painkiller addiction), lose a job I thought he'd begun ... and lose a 2nd house.
He is overweight, likely pre diabetic, and will be 61 in October.
Since moving in with his new wife, they have had several fights over her daughters (who are two of the most selfish, entitled, and greedy little b!tches I have EVER met ... if I had done a quarter of the things they do to their mother to my father when I was their age, I would have found myself on the freaking street; instead, they're taken on cruises and trips to Hawaii :nodno: ) at least one over the daughters' dog (during which my stepmother TOOK MY FATHER'S GLASSES AWAY and locked them in her bedroom - WTF???) ... and several crying sessions over the lack of a relationship with my sister.
He group-texts all of us daily, which is fine, but the texts have come at all hours of the day and night. When he sent one at 9pm, one of my brothers threw a hissy fit & demanded to be removed from the group.
He is lonely and depressed and really needs therapy, but obviously can't afford it. (And even if he could, I doubt anything would change. He doesn't really work at things.)
But, for the love of all that is holy, YOUR CHILDREN ARE NOT THERAPY!
I don't want to hear about his problems with his DW or the step-demons.
I don't want to hear about how sad he is.
I don't want to hear about how much he misses my sister's kids.
I don't want to hear about how he worries for those babies - jeez, if you were so worried, you would call effing DYFS yourself and petition the county for custody!
I have my own worries and my own life. Like the fact that my company just upped our hours without upping our pay (though I should be thankful it was only that and not the round of layoffs we'd all been anticipating) ... or the fact that my DH's place of employment is jerking his chain ... or the fact that, despite their hiring a SLEW of people who just do NOT grasp the concept of a schedule, my company is insisting on moving a lot more of our work offshore - and they are asking us to train our replacements ... or the 50lbs I'd like to lose ... or a million other things I get anxious about on a daily basis.
I love my dad. I've attempted to (gently but firmly) set limits but he threw a hissy. I don't need THAT either.
I'm done. Just DONE.