I don’t get why my dad doesn’t feel guilty about things. I mean, yeah, psychopath. But he should at least know logically that he’s being a gigantic asshole.
He grew up rich IN AN IMMIGRANT FAMILY and STILL had his kids grow up in cages without food, barely clothed properly. You know how old I was when I got my first coat? And no, my dad didn’t get it for me. My grandma did.
Makes it weird that’d he compliment me. I mean, sure, he was an alcoholic and a drug addict, but how does one forget to feed their kids even when they’re high as shit? Also, how did his brother’s violent death (long story) not scare him out of that life? Loser
Weirder thing: my mom revealed to me that he prioritized a cat named Dito over my mom. That is, if Ditto was in the bed (he was such a sweet guy, I miss him), my dad would get on my mom’s side and she wouldn’t get to go to bed. For real, my dad was more attached to a cat.
If he knew how cats are, behavior-wise, he’d know Ditto would have been able to sleep on the floor way easier than a human can.
Also, I’m still mad that on Mother’s Day, he forced my grandma (his step mom; technically my step-grandmother? But I don’t even like “half sister” for my sister so she’s just Grandma go me) to buy him a house. Wtf? Didn’t even thank her for being a WAY better mom than his biological mom (who is also well off, and for some reason an elementary school teacher despite crimes against children??).
I’m also mad that I grew up poor for basically no reason. Except my dad’s “typical psychopathic” inability to understand consequences. Even though his mom (step mom) would have gladly stepped in at any moment if he’d even cared enough about us to ask. But no. I’m glad though. I’ll learn how to handle money, like my old car is helping me learn how to care for a car. And like I learned to handle food. And how to avoid drugs so I don’t end up like that. Although I’ve noticed psychopaths do way worse with drugs than normal people. Normal people have a chance to recover and be cool people. Because they like to have meaning in their life that doesn’t involve killing people to feel powerful.
My grandmother would have bought me a car. She is very nonconfrontational and (no offense meant) very enabling. But I chose to work a temp job with no transportation and bike a mile or more a day for work and some minor grocery runs, and bank runs, and more, to buy one myself. My mother chose to help me and that made me feel bad (“made me”? I mean I felt bad, no one forced me), but I didn’t go crying to someone he views as walking money for a nice sports car or whatever. Because I view my grandparents as humans who want to be loved by their family and respected just as much as everyone else.
That said, I’ve never really talked about my grandparents enough in here. They are very complex people.
My little brother decided to go make his own fame instead of rely on theirs.
So my grandparents should, in my opinion, see how we respect them and don’t love them for their money/power, and constantly forget that they have enough to spend, um, 24,000$? On my education? And yes I sent huge thank you notes. I had scholarships as well. Fancy school tho, but yes I feel horrible just typing that amount. Hadn’t done the math yet.
But to cut the costs on them, I took out 17,000$ of student loans and am paying my way through grad school and taking out more loans. So, no. I’m not taking advantage of them. I’m not a guiltless psychopath who doesn’t understand the value of money or HUMAN LIVES IN GENERAL
I mean, he BRAGS to people about how poor we grew up. Like it’s cool. f*cking idiot.
Also also, I wonder if my dad wanted us to like cats. His only love seems to have been Ditto and Lippingcot. I liked them too. I also noticed in his children’s photo album, there were cats. So many cats. I know my dad’s real mom is terrifying. She tried to reconnect with him when I was a little kid, tried to bond with us by taking us kids to another state, where she neglected my sister immediately and dropped the rest of us off at the zoo and had us work there from 8am to 5pm every day lol
I think my dad’s mom’s side of the family just hates children. I bet she raised him with cats and treated him non-humanly also. Couldn’t help but notice that the son he got to deliver with his own hands, who he then named after himself (my little bro), was the one he abuse the most and wanted dead constantly. He told me he liked me the moment I was “forcibly removed in a bloody mess from my mom’s organs,” as he put it. I was a C-section. I was facing the wrong way and was starving my twin brother. My dad LOVED that. Probably hoped I’d be violent like him
What a f*ckwad. I hope he really is cut from the will. I won’t give him a penny
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Sorry, I couldnt Sleep with that on my mind. My mom reminded me about when car phones first happened, and they were expensive but also expensive to use, and my dad used thousands of dollars of his dad’s money to show off to random ass people.
And then I thought about him and was enraged. I don’t think I’ve ever loved this dude. Felt bad for him, yeah. Felt a connection to his few and far between human qualities and feared a real human was trapped under all that horror, yeah. But I’m guessing it’s too late for that human anyway. I hope he gets cancer and dies
Mostly because I couldn’t hurt him if I tried, even though I’m bigger than him now and he’s STILL afraid of everyone and everything.
If his victims show confidence, he flees. Not kidding. I’ve seen it. So pathetic.