I hate this bs.
I made a post on instagram with a pic of my stuff being packed, relatively innocent, a comment about moving in two weeks and some hash tags. My hash tags in this case being #nobodycares and #documentingahobolife both of them being mostly in jest, because I move around a lot, and I don't usually post about my life on social media because 9 times out of 10, nobody cares , I only really have a facebook to keep in touch with old friends and I post here and there so people know I'm still kicking.
So my dad runs across this post, and decides to call me and tell me he's pissed off, because people will think my family doesn't care about me. He finds it offensive that I would imply that considering "he's done so much for me" which, to be honest those posts are supposed to be sarcastic and it wasn't actually lobbed at him or anyone. But in reality, what the hell has he done for me? Violently kick me out several times while I was a teenager leaving me homeless? Demean me?Emotionally and physically abuse me?
I do everything, I take care of my life, however successful I am at it. 99% of my family either ignores me politely or has abandoned me altogether. He feels the right to police my social networks and tell me all the things I'm doing wrong despite having no desire to actually help me in any concrete way, not that I'd take it or want it.
I maintain an awkward and delicate relationship with my father, because he is my father, because I've already lost my mom and I know what it's like to lose a parent and how it hurts despite whatever else. I can't hate either of them entirely but I don't feel warm and fuzzy and loving, that's for sure.
Don't know if that harsh, but it's where I'm at. He has no right after all these years, and it's clear he only cares that people might think bad things about my family. Guess what? I'm not covering for you anymore, I'm not responsible for maintaining the good family facade.
I've tried to cut him out before but I can never follow through with it. It's like I'm still waiting for my family to become normal and I'm just sitting around hoping for better. It's not going to be better.
I made a post on instagram with a pic of my stuff being packed, relatively innocent, a comment about moving in two weeks and some hash tags. My hash tags in this case being #nobodycares and #documentingahobolife both of them being mostly in jest, because I move around a lot, and I don't usually post about my life on social media because 9 times out of 10, nobody cares , I only really have a facebook to keep in touch with old friends and I post here and there so people know I'm still kicking.
So my dad runs across this post, and decides to call me and tell me he's pissed off, because people will think my family doesn't care about me. He finds it offensive that I would imply that considering "he's done so much for me" which, to be honest those posts are supposed to be sarcastic and it wasn't actually lobbed at him or anyone. But in reality, what the hell has he done for me? Violently kick me out several times while I was a teenager leaving me homeless? Demean me?Emotionally and physically abuse me?
I do everything, I take care of my life, however successful I am at it. 99% of my family either ignores me politely or has abandoned me altogether. He feels the right to police my social networks and tell me all the things I'm doing wrong despite having no desire to actually help me in any concrete way, not that I'd take it or want it.
I maintain an awkward and delicate relationship with my father, because he is my father, because I've already lost my mom and I know what it's like to lose a parent and how it hurts despite whatever else. I can't hate either of them entirely but I don't feel warm and fuzzy and loving, that's for sure.
Don't know if that harsh, but it's where I'm at. He has no right after all these years, and it's clear he only cares that people might think bad things about my family. Guess what? I'm not covering for you anymore, I'm not responsible for maintaining the good family facade.
I've tried to cut him out before but I can never follow through with it. It's like I'm still waiting for my family to become normal and I'm just sitting around hoping for better. It's not going to be better.