My dad.
Yeah. My dad is a complete and utter @$$hole, jerk, etc. I'd say loser, but that seems to be too 'light' of a term. My father is really frustrating to deal with. I kind of hate him, but he's my dad, so I have to like him if not a little. I find him quite intolerable to live with. He steals our things. If you're not careful, he'll take your stuff. It's not like we're just leaving them on the floor to trip over, and he just takes them and moves them. I mean, he takes your things and makes them his.
A few weeks ago, my dad almost stole my new flashlight. Let me paint the beautiful picture of Christmas Day.
It was Christmas day, and my father, as usual, took pictures of us opening gifts as he usually does, every year. On Christmas, my mother got some perfume, a watch with interchangable faces/straps, and some other things. My brother got a laptop, a flashlight, and some other things. I got a laptop, flashlight, a watch with- well, I got a lot of things. I don't remember what my dad got. So among the things my brother and I got was a flashlight, from our mom.
This flashlight was amazing. It was $25 according to the sticker, but knowing my mom, she probably got it for less. Anyways, I really thought it was amazing because it has three light settings (not including off). There's the normal flashlight setting, and then there's the "off" setting. There's also a setting where you click it and LEDs in the handle lights up so you can see lots more, and there's the last setting where it makes red LEDs blink, making it good for car emergencies. There's also a magnet on the butt of the handle.
All those cool features coupled with the fact it was from my mom made this flashlight very special to me. Probably not as much to my brother since he already has an uber cool flashlight, but back to the story. So, I carried it around that day, but because of the magnet on the end of the handle, I decided to leave it in my room so the magnet wouldn't mess up electronics. Then, a few days later, the flashlight was needed, so I took it down and did whatever needed doing, and since I didn't want to keep running up and down the stairs, I put it on my java textbook from school, where it was sitting on my corner of the table. I like to think it was clear it was my corner; after all, my backpack was resting on the table leg on that corner, and all my stuff covered that half of the table.
**I would like to note that only my brother and I use that table. Not my mom. Not my dad. My brother and me exclusively.
So after I left it sitting on the textbook, things happened, a few hours passed, and my dad left on some errand or something. Well, I passed by the table and noticed the flashlight was gone. I wasn't too freaked out, because I tend to lose things, so I asked my mom if she knew where it had gone. Turns out, my mom said my father had needed to use a flashlight or something and had taken it. I searched for my flashlight, wondering where my dad had taken it, or what he had needed to use it for, and found it in a side pouch of his backpack. He was going to take it.
Take it to his place, and keep it. My father was going to take my new flashlight.
I would like to note here, I say "his place" because my father has moved out of the house because he is a semi-cheating f**k. He sends scary huge amounts of money to a scammer in the Philippines, and based on the emails he's sent, I'm sure it's safe to assume he wants to marry her (the scammer) or something (as in get a bang for his buck, if you know what I mean).
You may be thinking "Oh that's not true, why would he want to marry a stranger?"
Ask him, not me. He's the one that wants a divorce from my mom.
You may be thinking (this is about the flashlight) that it may have been a mistake, and he didn't know it was mine.
Well, my response is this. 1) He took pictures on Christmas Day, including me with the new flashlight, and if his bloody mind was actually there, he might have noticed the new flashlight was a GIFT that belonged to me! Even if he didn't remember it belonged to me, the only other person it could have belonged to was my brother! ...2) The flashlight was on my stuff! It was in my "space". It was on my region of the table that he doesn't even use!
You may be thinking "Well, this is a one-time thing. You're over-reacting, silly female teenager with raging hormones who is blowing this
Today, my brother found out my father had taken the USB he'd been looking for. I don't know all the details, but it basically mirrors that of my flashlight story.
I'm going to go make ice cream,
The Onion Cat
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