As I read all these stories I seem to relate my story with many others which all seems to be influenced by factors such as: criticism, patronizing, hatred, inability to understand one another, aggression, alcoholism, drugs, abuse (physical, mental, emotional), poor parenting principles, and lack of involvement in the child's life from one/both parents.
Now being a young adult, I realized how aware I was at acknowledging that I've been and still am a fool for "hating my dad"
I've hated him since I was a child, for 22 years of my life, I believed he robbed me from a lot of chances for me to succeed. he would often complain about how it was waste of money for my mother to provide me with after school activities and I was a "hassle" for him
He made me feel stupid, and incompetent when I come home and ask him for help on homework, I would get yelled at by him and hit on the head by him for not being able to do them. (why else would a 7 year old kid ask you for help if they can do it themselves?)
From then on, I have learned to be independent and rely on no one for any of my academics/other life issues.
I've done my best for the last 22 years in my life to take care of myself , yet unfortunately, I can't suppress the anger I have built inside me for all these years.
since I was a kid I've lived with and called this man my "father" who does not provide me anything for him to be recognized as a husband/father to his children.
the more mature i've become the more i couldn't stand him. His actions and ways of living made me angry. My mother would work 6 days while he worked 5 and he'd complain why the food wasn't ready, he'd make my sister and I do all the chores, he's never given us anything in his life with his own money. He continuously claims he's a broke man, but just because he is broke doesn't hinder his ability to be a responsible father right? he's done neither support financially/mentally for us. It's heartbreaking to see my mother working so hard and instead of cooperating he sits back and lives as if he has no care in the world about anything else.
Countless times I saw how he treated us, how hard my mother was working, countless times I have mentioned to him this wasn't right and he needs to man up, to lead and be a better model. countless times have I seen him do nothing but ignore what I've said and go back to watching his tv shows and his infamous quote of "i'll always be like this, I will never change.(aka I will never become better" frustrated me beyond reason. he finds time to sleep on weekends while my mother is at work from 8am-9pm. As a child I've questioned does he feel no shame as a person/husband? Your wife is standing there working her a** off to put food on the table and instead of doing something to improve yourself you find time to laze around and sleep?
As I grew older the worse he got, a significant event shook me up and allowed me to acknowledge the extent of my hatred and anger towards him. He is a huge fan of tennis and would not let anything/anyone get in his way during those times. He would yell at us if we were blocking him (when we walk by, or cleaning) and he'd just sit there and watch for hours on not doing anything else. That one summer was especially significant and will forever change my perspective for him from dislike to hate. It was in the evening time, and we just finished dinner, I was in my room doing my own things, and suddenly the door slammed opened and his booming voice projected in my room "where's the tv control? did you take it?! I said I didn't and I wasn't watching tv , he mumbled and went out starting to yell at everyone saying "where is the control where is it!!!!? WHO TOOK IT?! he went on for 10 min panicking running around slamming doors, because his precious tv control was no where to be found. He'd start randomly accusing people and made my sister angry. I ignored him a while but he wouldn't stop coming in and out of my room and got to the point I couldn't take it and had to tell him to be quiet because I had work to do. he started getting pissed off at me (venting his anger onto me) in the end, he found it, and he left for the washroom during a commercial break, I came out to check the weather for tomorrow he saw me when he came out holding the control and he said " don't change the channel, i'm watching" I told him my reason and it's only going to take 30sec and it was on commercial, he still wouldn't let me look at the weather back then I didn't have a computer at home. so I couldn't check. I tried to explain and vivdly remember him coming close to me to snatch the control away pushing me down on the floor ready to beat the daylights out of me. my mom heard me yelling and ran to stop him, threatening to call the police. the day I was both shocked in disbelief that my own father would try to beat me over a tv control was the day I realized that I have to give up on hoping he'd give me any sign of love/care. It's also the day I began to hate him deeply from within my heart. I didn't want my sister following my footsteps of hating him, but in the end, even she saw through him and started hating his guts too. he is true to his words "he'll never change."
now i'm 22, i'm in university, I'm self-employed, I need to find another job as well because I want to be stable and can get out as soon as I can. He's getting worse as he ages, he blames us for his mishaps, he breaks everything he touches, he nags at us for things we are not doing when he's being a hypocrite, he secretly bought himself a 2000$ bike with his money somehow since he claims to be "broke" and when I was a kid even getting him to buy me an ice cream cone was the hardest thing in the world. Yet somehow because of how broke he was he spent 2000$ to buy a bike, when my mom was short on money to pay bills he didn't even put out a cent. Ironic isn't it?
he threatened to punch and hit my sister and I if we touched/broke his bike he did if only I recorded him. man oh man.
the immaturity level of his way of thinking was incomprehensible especially now that I' m much more mature than I was in my teens.
I got into a physical fight with him recently because he wouldn't help us do anything anymore, when he was younger it was a bit better at least he drove us around and helped with grocery even with laziness and all. Now because I have driver's license he'd push all his previous responsibilities onto me and when I ask him how bout you he'd say "are you not the eldest? don't you have a license now, you're old enough to do it now right? when I ask him why he says phrases that makes your heart tremble in an utmost heartbreaking way "why do you think we had you? children are supposed to be useful, if you're not useful why are you here? is that what a father is? a man that gets married has children so they can be "useful" to them when they grow up? so they can shoulder all the parent's responsibilities as they grow up? is that what we children are ? tools?
after hearing these phrases I tell myself and realized what a fool I am , i'm willing to play the fool for so long. Why ? let me count the ways:
I' m the biggest fool for wasting so much energy effort and time these years trying to go through to him and talk to him about my feelings and the problems, but I knew it was useless because he'd never listen (no it's true there's no give it time crap, it's been over a decade of persuasion it's obvious it will never go through to him. My first point towards being a fool.
Everytime I fight with him, I will always lose because a) my family will blame me for not stopping the argument with him b) I am the cause of the argument (if I didn't tell him what I see that's wrong, then no fight, he wouldn't feel criticized and fight back = no conflict c) my mother would feel awful, and sad, she'd be in more stress d) my sister would see and hear and take it in, shed' be scared, and unhappy e) I'm the one that leaves the house to cool off in the end, not him, he wont ever get kicked out. After acknowledging all these factors, the more genuine my intentions were to help , instead my role reversed and I've been named the bad guy because of what he did. so who's the biggest fool at the end of the day? Me.
finally, even if he taunts me into hitting him back, which I did I have struck him and don't regret it one bit, it's sad that I don't feel remorseful or sorry for my actions he's the only one capable to make me feel that way or act in that manner anyhow. sometimes it frightens me that I have this side of myself because it's so unlike me to be so angry to have so much negativity bottled up inside me.
It's such a cruel reality to realize you want to help your family, instead one's method of trying to get across to the other party is ruining things even more, it hurts to know that by fighting the true antagonist of the story you must be the scapegoat and take the blame while the bad guy who ignited the flame was the true criminal. it's pains me to endure all this stress along the rest of my family because of this one person's doing and we can't do anything about it. not even counseling because the problem doesn't lie within us it lies with the problem seeker- my father.
there are times when things get so tense I visualize murderous scenes, I know I shouldn't but he can get so intolerable, moreover he can and will hit me and my sister which makes my blood boil and have stronger intent cause him harm physically at those time. It's really hard the right ways to adapt to these situations.
in the end, i'm grateful I can hear and read so many similar stories to my own, I can empathize with all those going through problems with parents and it can be hard because the truth is parents/children never take criticism too well when it's with someone close to you esp. family members. but sometimes we just have to think whether or not it's worth it to do all those things and attack the ones we are angry towards with profanity/actions, at the end of the day are we really playing the good guy? or just playing the fool because of the impact it has on others from the decisions we make to fight back and argue? does it really help resolve our hatred/just cause more problems? I think we should take time to really think about that. it may save a lot of us from being unhappy with our family I'm sure.