Family Frustrations

This is as real as it gets. Family conflict. I’ll give some background information and want you, the reader, to decide who’s more right than the other.

Background on me and my dads relationship. It’s not exactly a typical father-son relationship. For example, he tells me about his crazy nights drinking. He’s told me about girls who he’s had carnal relations with. He doesn’t have his own place, so usually daily will come and nap at my place. He dated an insane woman who he constantly fought with and would tell me about it. I caught him flirting with a girl younger than me, and texted that he was a ‘dirty old man’. These don’t exactly sound like father-son things in my opinion.

Now, of course, we also do have typical things… I can go to him if I need help, or a ride haha. He’ll protect me if I get in trouble. I know I can count on him. But that’s not the issue here.

I feel like since he broke up with the insane woman who he fought with, I’ve become his punching bag from time to time randomly. And it will be seemingly nothing that sets him off. This is the most recent and I want people’s honest opinion.

I went to see a movie on Sunday. I told him I was going to see a movie, but he called me several times throughout the movie clearly trying to set my phone off to annoy the people in the theater. Fortunately I had my phone on vibrate so I just ignored the calls. Therein lies where this story begins.

(Bold is not part of the text messages. Just added them now.)

Dad: 715 movie?? (Iron Man 2)

Zach: K.

Dad: Pick you up at 640.

Zach: What theater? Robin Hood is okay. Why the fuck would you call?

Dad: Lol.. why would you leave your phone on stupid… oh… language.

Zach: You knew I was in a movie. Stupid.

Dad: Just because you don’t know how to turn off your phone is your fault. Stop behaving ignorantly.

Zach: My phone was on vibrate. Why would you call regardless? Pretty fucking rude to try and do that to me.

Dad: I am not appreciative of your lack of responsibility. I am going to the movie without you. I don’t like your attitude. I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND. I am your father and right now am very, very disgusted with your vocabulary, lack of respect and overall immaturity. Very disappointed in you.

So, that was Sunday. We didn’t talk on Monday. Today he messages me.

Dad: Okay is the silence war over?

Zach: Are you going to apologize for flying off the handle for no reason?

Dad: Are you going to apologize for using foul langauge? (Keep in mind, we’ve NEVER had any kind of censor in our conversations until he’s started saying “Language” randomly over the past couple weeks.)

Zach: No. You can’t just flip a switch and say “No profanity I’m your dad” on a whim.

Dad: Yes I can!!

Zach: No you can’t. When I became an adult, that gave me the right to remove filters if I choose to. Places like Grandmas are not swearing friendly. And only in the last couple weeks have you brought out these new filters, so you’re crazy if you think they stick instantly.

Dad: you’re not being funny or provocative. You’re just being immature!!

Zach: I’m not trying to. I’m being direct. I’ve got no one to entertain. Why would I? (Lol, sidenote question to readers… entertained?)

Zach: And you say I’m immature.

So there you have it readers… a real fight between me and my dad. Let me know what you think. Am I wrong? I don’t think I am… but that’s for you to decide. Or maybe I’m a prick for airing this publicly? That’s probably the case haha, but I’ve always been honest with my tweets or my blogs, so why should that stop because it’s a family issue? Writing is good therapy.

Alternatively, have you had any crazy family experiences that you can compare?