I posted a topic on my dad a few months ago, and looking back at it, it was actually pleasant compared to now. Just the normal back and forth, but some recent things have made me just drained and tired of this.
First, the car I was using (in my mom's name, I just drove it) turned out was leaking antifreeze, power steering fluid, needed new spark plugs, and a new fan belt, to name the major things. With labor and parts (being a '97 Pontiac Grand Am) it came to around $1,500 when they called us. I had wanted a new car with a working cluster (I have to guess how much gas I have in the tank with the odometer, and have a small digital reading of my speed) and being in Colorado, I wanted a 4 wheel drive vehicle that was a bit higher so I wouldn't have to be rescued from snow drifts.
I decided to hunt around Craigslist, and eventually decided on a 2001 Ford Escape XLS, with a new engine/transmission with 40,000 miles on with, the odometer reading 164,000 miles. My dad looked at the ad (had a lot of info/pictures) and approved it, but still wanted me to pay for the Grand Am to get fixed. I flat out said no, and pulled the 'not my car' card, and he still drove the Grand Am more than I, I still rode my bike to work unless it was below freezing.
He eventually agreed to fix the Grand Am himself, and I purchased the Ford Escape with my own money I had set aside (and its really good, I payed $2,000 for it, and put about $800 so far with battery, tires and fluids, and its almost all done, just replacing the tinting/drivers window).
He then said he was going to drive the Grand Am for his use. So, that to me meant he wanted me to pay to get it fixed, buy my car, and he could use the Grand Am.
I'm not going to joke with him anymore. He is very serious about everything, and even if I smile or laugh, he speaks and has given me a black eye before for leaving when I had classes, because I said about making a t-shirt helicopter (he does screen printing).
And like I've sid in the past, he boasts about leading by example and not assuming. And yet, even this morning, I came into their room to tell them about that Disney Channel old show marathon, and he. Talked. Over. Me. EVERY SINGLE TIME I OPENED MY MOUTH. I left and he yelled at me. And he assumed that my friends (the two I have) are a bad influence because they're teenagers. and I am. But I only talk to adult friends because he's made me quit youth group before because I was hanging out with other high schoolers.
I'm just tired of dealing with this. He's an ass
(sorry for my language)and I think he was abusive to my mom, and myself when we have a different opinion (and get sick of him being an ass).
I'm moving in with my brother February 18th. Who is amazing and chill and lets me talk to people my age.
My dad is a very smart man, but he's not very good at being fatherly. He kicked my brother out when he was 16 for being gay, but he said it's because 'he couldn't hold a job'. Which is bull because HE WAS 16 AND COULDN'T get a job easily in our town, 20 years ago.
