My Dad
I don't know what to think of him. I'm kind of conflicted...
When I got here six months ago to live with him, I still had him "up on the pedestal" that he was on since I was a kid. I thought he was this funny, awesome Dad, supportive of his kids, and loved us all the same.
Now I realize he is not the man I thought he was.
Example: My younger brother, Alex, has autism. He's really adorable--bright blond hair and amazing blue eyes, so cute~ and he was running around, squealing, trying to express the waves of emotions that happen, and my Dad turns to my step mom, and says, "Can we put him on stupid pills?" and he s******s to himself, then stops when he notices that neither me nor step-madre are laughing.
I ignored this, blew it off, but then later...
Dad was drunk--he'd been having a bunch of beers, and he was being loud and annoying. Everyone was home, mind you, young children and everything--the six year old twins. I tell him to come over so he can listen to a song I thought he would like (Emilie Autumn, I'm not sure which song it was). It was a video on youtube, a still picture with timed-in lyrics. He was sitting there and he said, "She should do something else besides sing." I look at him like, "Gee, thanks," and he looks at me and says "come on ,Tabby, I'm a man--I wanna see her jumping around on stage..." e_e Nice.
But enough with the stories.
The thing is, I've found out who my Dad really is--he doesn't care about his kids as much as I thought, he's on the friggin' computer ALL THE TIME, and he's just so...UGH.
Whatever. I have a dad, and the person I just talked about is just the sperm doner.
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