I am getting tired of how to someone can make your life so miserable. I can't even come home after having a good time with my friend to making either my life or my mom's life so horrible. You must enjoy being a boss around here. You are the NUMBER 1 reason as to why I hate you so much. You complain about how my mom takes her time to cook you delicious food and you just sit there and complain complain complain. We all know you don't always get what you expect in life but it seems like you always do. I can never eat in peace without you complaining how the food tastes like garbage. Like FUCKING GROW UP, if something can't meet your needs then why to bother someone else with them. Just cook your own food. But you can't because you don't know how. You always yell at me for not learning how to cook but I knew it was your excuse to get away with anything. Same thing when I help you at the store. You tell me to fix something but why not fix it yourself? BECAUSE YOU DON'T FUCKING KNOW HOW TO DO IT. That's what I am coming to from now on. To me, you are not even my dad. I left my differences I had with you and you still treat me like a SHIT HOLE. Instead of doing it yourself, you always ask others to do it. Every time you open your mouth, it really stresses me out because I know you will blame others for your doing. I don't care how small or big the situation is but you always find something. The only decision I made since I moved back to Edmonton was: What the hell are you going to provide to me to make me move back into the same house with you? Exactly nothing. You said you changed? Well, you did. You became more strict of a person than you were while being selfish. I still wish I never came back Edmonton because of you. You make my life so horrible that I don't even see you as my dad. You will never understand how much I hate your guts. I can say the same thing over and over about you and you will never change. The one thing I have learned in life is to hold back my actions and just let it go. But I can't because you are hurting the people I love like my mom. Even as your wife you treat her more like a slave then your wife. To me I start to see you as my mom's third child. You act like any young toddler. Immature and always complaining about life. Another lesson I have learned in life is to never talk about someone you don't want others to have a bad perspective on them. For one it ruins your reputation but also theirs. But I'm getting sick and tired of holding it in that I have to tell the world to know what kind of father I have and not the father I did wish I had.
I just really don't want to be around him anymore. I want him gone and out of my life. Whenever I have an argument with my dad, he will make sure 100% of the time that you don't argue back at him
