Throughout these posts I've gone through a general story of my life and my inspirations and the things I did. We're going to step back for a second and look at the people I call my parents. As of this moment, I have a Mom, a Dad, 2 Amazing Stepmoms, a Bitch who believes she's entitled to having the title of Stepmom and my Biological Father.
You see what I did there? I have a Dad and a Biological Father. I'm sure you've heard this story before. The Father was a douche so the guy who married the Mom one or two relationships later is now Dad, because he does a better job. You're not wrong, the problem is that my Father isn't just a douche that cheated on my Mom. He's a douche that has targeted every woman in my family as an attempt to punish or emotionally affect my Mother. Even if it's not to target her, the things he's done still has ripples and has affected her regardless.
As I type this, I am beginning to shake in anger. The reason being is that this is a subject close to my heart. So close that I become angry enough to punch holes in walls because of what he has done. I hated my older sister for a few years because of the ideas he fed me as a middle schooler. He's belittled and smack talked about my mother to my face and over the phone. He doesn't call or text unless it's a birthday, and I don't even think he texts my sisters anymore. He has a manipulative girlfriend who, along with him, treat my baby sister in a way that just infuriates me. I'm on the other side of the country and if I had the time I would bike all the way to his place just to sock him in the jaw. He deserves a lot worse.
He doesn't text me anymore after I told him that I can't have a relationship with him after kicking my blood sister out of his wedding because his friend didn't like her. Oh.... and he wouldn't let her wear a tuxedo. She's over 18 dumbass, you can't control her life anymore. You dont get to ever tell her what to wear.
He found out exactly where I stood when it came to family. After years of silence and listening, running the thoughts through my brain on how to finally tell him how I felt. These strong women in my life didn't need me to protect them, but unlike my idiot father I understood what it meant to stand by family, to protect them in private or in public. I told him how I felt, how I struggled through my entire life, how that I don't care about the shit that happened but I care anout the shit that he does. Mom fixed our relationship, even if it took a while to crack my hardwired skull of self-punishment. He didn't do shit. He didn't do a god damn thing when I was 10 feet from him eating cereal at his dining table.
Oh, and the guy who 'replaced' him, plays video games 24/7, is now retired military, watches Anime, reads Manga, has a favorite team in League of Legends and has given me some of the best damn advice I've ever had. I even know that he's got my back in all my endeavors. And that mother fucker known as my Father thinks he can just walk in on my life like nothing ever happened? He acts like he gives a shit when I can see through his lies so easily it's as if he bought a crappy fog machine for his brain. And then he CONTINUES to be a man who disrespects all these women, along with his stupid wife. 3rd time's the charm dipshit. Bet he heard that a few times.
It's unbelievable that this crap happened to us kids. We didn't all get the full brunt of it, but we've experienced in one way or another how much of a prick he is. I would LOVE to have a relationship with my Father, don't get me wrong. He threw his chance out the window when he decided to not only target my mother, but insult and belittle my siblings. You don't lay a finger on my sisters. They're Amazons capable of kicking your teeth in, but they have a brother more than willing to take their place in the ring. To dirty their hands with his disrespectful masculinity would be a punishment all on its own.
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