My dad isn't an alcoholic, but he's an asshole. A big one.
Earlier I was having a great Christmas, but I knew that this year, like EVERY year, he'd spoil it for all of us. He always ruins Christmas, because first of all, before we're allowed to open any presents, we have to clean the house and do chores. Well, I was way ahead of him today and got the house SPOTLESS last night before I went to bed.
So no chores this morning.
Well things went well, I appreciated and liked every single present I got from them, but on the drive over to my Grandma's house to open presents over there, he could do nothing but cut me down the entire way over, and it was silly stupid stuff. Well except this one thing.
I mentioned to him that my new year's resolution was to commit myself to getting enough money to take flight school next summer. And he proceeded to tell me how worthless I was as a DRIVER, let alone a PILOT, and that he would never let me take flight school as long as he was alive. I asked him why and he said "Because I don't believe you can make it, you CANT make it. You're not mature enough, you're not responsible enough, hell you can't even carry an argument!
Pilot my ass, you can be a pilot when I'm dead, till then shut your face, God I've never heard someone so selfish."
I was not being selfish in the least just saying how I was going to committ myself to learning how to fly.
He really hurt my feelings, and it kept on all day. He insulted me between every grandparent's house, and it just was a horrible Christmas.
Then we came home and he's done nothing but yell at me. Our trash bins are overflowing with trash, and he tells me to put all of the boxes from today in the trash. I told him "Ther'es no more room, it will have to wait till the garbage truck comes tomorrow." and he went ballistic, and I got out of the room as fast as I could because I KNEW if I stayed there he'd hit me again.
Anyway, he's upstairs right now, taking down the christmas tree, and yelling at everyone, and I'm down here in the bottom floor of the house, running boxes back and forth, and typing in between. Adn yes he's yelling at me too, and so far, this Christmas has been quite sad.
I have sort of a love-hate relationship with Christmas. I love Christmas, but I hate it because EVERY YEAR, my dad ruins it, and cuts us all down, and it gets you to the point where you're afraid for Christmas day to come, because it IS the same every year, no exceptions.
Mrry Christmas dad.