sprinklethief | holidays can suck it

i hate any holiday that involves me going to my dad's. i get really horribly depressed when i have to leave because i'll miss my daddy (yup, i'm a daddy's girl). that and i have to leave him in that place. i swear, i have no idea why he stays married to that woman that's there. she can't cook, she doesn't clean, and she's ruined their son to the point that he'll never be able to function normally in society. come on, 12 years old and still saying "firty" instead of thirty and "froat" instead of throat?

the kid gets NO social interaction AT ALL. she pulled him out of kindergarten because he was getting "bullied" and the other kids wouldn't stop "picking" on him. in all reality his first few years of life were spent being coddled by his mother, who wouldn't let my dad near him. he was taught "you don't have to do anything you don't want to do" and that everything he wants is his pretty much. so put a kid like that in kindergarten with a bunch of kids that were raised correctly (to varying degrees) and little fuckhead is going to get punched when he takes toys from other kids because he wants them.

soooo he's been home schooled ever since, which consists of him playing obsessively with transformers and video games (if i had to hear the words "soul calibur 3" or "robosapien" one more time i'm fairly confident my head would explode). no lessons. if there are any lessons of any type dude will pout until his mom says - you guessed it - "you don't have to do anything that you don't want to do." the result? he's at a first grade level intellectually and my nephew who is a little over 2 has better social skills.

when we're there though dad takes extra care not to cater to the little fuckhead's demands, which gets pretty ugly. we were sitting at the table talking while fuckhead dragged wyl off to play video games. eventually i'm imagining wyl had quite enough and came back upstairs to join back in the conversation. the little asshole sits down and starts whining and yelling about my dad "never spending any time with him" (and every time he does fuckhead doesn't want to do whatever their doing. he really just means that he wants dad to play video games with him), all the while hitting the table pretty hard and yelling "you don't understand!" and "you never do what i want to do!" (play video games for hours) dad was saying "how about we compromise? i'll do two hours of what you want to do and you'll do two hours of what i like to do." to which fuckhead replied "i don't do two hours."

it got pretty ugly and somehow it got to the subject of how he knows so much more than everyone and dad was saying different people know different things. at this point i was ready to slap the fucker in the mouth myself when mommy dearest came out to try to mediate (read: make everyone agree with fuckhead). fuckhead then started yelling at ME because i don't know everything there is to know about soul calibur and before i even knew it the most awful thing slipped out in front of everyone. i looked him strait in the eye in the middle of "if you're so smart then what is ______, how do you do a _____ combo?" and so on and simply said "what's an oedipus complex?" oops. i really didn't mean for that to slip out. but then wyl came riding to the rescue with "how do you get a job?" (his reply was "you deliberate with the grand counsel" to which i literally almost spit out what i was drinking to stifle my laugh). i think dad may have got it but thankfully i don't think the stepmonster did or else it might have gotten really ugly. but the jist of that whole thing is - fuckhead didn't get his way so he ruined it for everyone else. after the heated conversation ended fuckhead just kept going on and on about robots and soul calibur to which a very defeated dad said "i'm going to bed" and so did we.

and time my dad talks, this little fucker yells at him. so since he didn't want his dad, wyl and i took him to which he responded with great jealousy. we just ignored him until he went away the next day. seriously dude, if you're going to treat something a lot of people don't have like total shit, then i'm going to actually have a dad from now on and you can crawl back up your mom's ass. this isn't sibling rivalry on my part, this is seeing a man falling apart and dying being treated like total shit and me not wanting him to die miserable.

and the dogs. oh the dogs. i'm not the biggest fan of dogs (though there are exceptions - mostly dogs that are well groomed and don't weigh as much if not more than me) and the stepmonster has three giant dogs (one of which is a retarded lab that thinks he's a lap dog, but not in a cute way) and one little one. they have NO discipline at all and run and pounce on everyone and everything. the house smells like dead bodies and dog stink and we're fairly certain they have fleas. how could you live in something like that? it's a freaking million dollar house (probably not anymore)!!! dad seriously can barely stand so he's not going to scrub (though he does try) while the two able bodied people sit on their asses and make out with each other (not really). i felt like i had a layer of sludge on my skin when i left that place.

at least i got to see my nephew who got that dancing spiderman doll which he LOVED. it was pretty cool to have him around. and to watch my brother totally slam fuckhead (he's got this way of insulting you without even saying anything mean). then we made beer and i have to come back on my birthday to see how it turned out, heh.

then we went to wyl's mom's, which was a relief. nice, normal people. good food. NOT STINKING LIKE DOG!

i still miss my daddy though. i am totally a daddy's girl.