More or less tonight, I told my dad that I would in fact be choosing my mom over this whole side of the family. I informed him that about two
or three months after my husband gets his next job (most likely middle
of next year) we will be looking seriously to move out whether he has
another job or not. Oh, speaking of him having a job, here's a tidbit
for you:
Dad: Do you know why I'd have to sell this house (my grandma's house
that's been in the family since it was built years and years ago)?
Me: Because you ran out of money.
Dad: Why would I run out of money?
Me: Because you don't have a job. (Silently thinking: And you piss all your money away on beer and cigarettes and fast food.)
Dad: Why else?
Me: Because you've got a mortgage on the house you have to pay, and
you wouldn't be able to. Because mom got money from you in the
divorce. (Silently thinking: Which was the least of what she could
have gotten considering the years of abuse from you, two attempted
murders, and leaving behind her only child and all of her possessions.)
Dad: And see, that's what this is all about. Your mother screwed me.
This is all about the money. This is her fault. If I have to sell
your grandmother's house, this will be all her fault and here you are
talking to her and being nice.
I won't tell you where the conversation went from there. It was ugly.
The whole night was ugly. Then, the bastard had the audacity to ask me
to go buy him food and beer when I told him I was leaving to go for a
drive because I was pissed. I said yes to the food, on the condition
that he might not get it because I didn't know when I'd be done and I
had no intentions of hurrying back for his dinner. The beer I
completely refused, because I know that was his way of trying to
control me and how long I was out. Don't think he cared for it, but I
don't care.
He more or less spent the whole night telling me what a piece of shit my mom was. I admit, about five minutes in I went to auto answer mode and stopped arguing with him in a lot of places ... until it got to be too much. Also I need to add, my husband did stick up for me a bit when my dad tried pulling him into it and asked him nastily 'So what do you think?' And my husband said 'I completely agree with her.' My dad didn't ask him much after that. My husband also told me, before falling asleep, 'Don't worry, I AM going to get us out of here.' It was comforting, but also, I just wish it could be sooner.
Yeah, definitely going into supreme lock down. No expenditures, no Christmas, no splurges, nothing. Money is the object. Saving it all and getting the living hell out of here. I have to, because things are growing even more volatile now that it's involved the rest of the family.
Why must I pay for my mother finally being brave enough to get the hell away from such an abusive, horrible person?
What is wrong with these people?



