Wow, a LiveJournal-worthy ANGST post from me!
My father's been quite irrational/childish today.
Earlier he yelled my brother's name. My brother couldn't hear him, as he was blasting his music. Next, he yells my name. Wanting to know why, I gave a firm "What?". His reply being my name again, I repeated myself. He then said to "come down here". I opened the door, and I repeated myself the third time. He says "Help me move this", referring to a very heavy dining room table. He said this in a very rude tone, not a friendly, fatherly "Could you please assist me in moving this?". Because of that (and the fact that I didn't want to carry/move something that heavy), I replied "no".
Knowing that I don't have to if I don't want to, I was about to close my door when he shouted "not 'no', help me!". I asked "Why can't you get Dan to help you?", his reply being "Because I asked you".
"No dad, I do not want to help you."
He then proceeds to insult me, and threaten to not take me to Pizza Hut (we had dinner there today) or remove my TV. Not being intimidated, I said "Oh, you're taking me, and you're not removing my TV, either".
"Wanna bet?", he asked. I failed to answer, mainly because it was a stupid question.
Later, I go downstairs to sit on the couch to wait to go. Later still, my brother comes down as well, and my father resumes insulting me, telling him that I'm "good for [nothing]", and that he wants to punish me. After telling dad that he was being irrational, he continues to insult me, saying that I HAD to help him. I then explain to him that if I don't want to, I don't have to, and have done nothing wrong. I was now quite annoyed at my father's childishness.
Mom asks me why I'm downstairs and not upstairs entertaining myself. I said "I'm waiting to go to Pizza Hut", and my father said "who said you're going?". Again, no answer from me because it was a stupid question.
He also started yelling at mom, asking why she's wearing pants and not shorts, because, you know, it's against the law to wear pants during the summer. He feels his summer is unpure or something if people don't wear summer clothing. I personally don't have any shorts myself.
She asks "why are you yelling at me?" three times in three different ways, and I replied "Because dad's an idiot" all three times, getting louder and more annoyed in tone each time.
Finally, we left for Pizza Hut, and enjoyed dinner there.
I have many valid points on why I'm not the bad guy in this situation, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't feel sympathy for my father. He got someone else to help him move the table. Good for him. He has this mentality that WE (his children) should be doing the housework for him because his father forced him to do so as a child, while his father would watch TV or read the newspaper in his favorite chair while his mother cooked dinner in the kitchen.
