I had to see my father this morning.
The man is just incorrigible.
I've told him.. dozens of times. that I don't want to hear about his friend Marvin. (The dick who told my mom it was fine if she was in the street, and who never contacted me after my mom died). Sooo.. what does my scumbag father do? He said to me "Marvin wants to help you". I blew up, telling my father that I don't want to hear about Marvin, and that I don't give a fuck about him. My father claims he wont bring Marvin up again, but I know that's a lie.. He always says those things, and yet does it constantly anyway.
Then.. he began his other manipulation, about the cousin I hate, Sandy, saying "Scott and Lisa want to help you, to have someone to talk to".. (Scott and Lisa are Sandy's son, and daughter in law). Why would I discuss personal business, with people who I don't trust, and whose mother/mother in law I hate?
Back to Marvin: My father keeps justifying his behavior by saying "Sheila called Marvin's wife Blossom a ****". (I was there, and my mom did NOT call that fat pig (I'm calling her that) a ****) The woman made up a lie, to embellish, but., no matter how many times I tell my father this, he returns to the same thing, and insists on believing Marvin and Blossom's lies, and not his son, who was present, when my father wasn't. .
He's going out to see my uncle next weekend in Vegas. I told my father "You spend no time with me , but you have time for everyone else. It isn't usual for a parent to be best friends with his son's worst enemies." He told me that he "Doesn't see it that way".
His only "anger" is when I told him my aunt the artist said that he doesn't want to help me with my business, because he wants me to do it myself. He became enraged, saying that my aunt "Doesn't know what she's talking about", and he will "Be there to support me". He's so full of shit. He would never want me to have a successful business... as I would then have the financial stability to tell him to either treat me right, or to go fuck himself.
I mentioned how I have so little of his time, and how Cheryl certainly cant feel her life is impeded by his situation with me. He said "Cheryl knows that".
Finally, we discussed the issue of my getting a "job". (The one thing I've avoided this year). He said "I know you're terrified, so why don't you try something part time". (Trying to sound like the "supportive father". ) I guess I'm really not sure what to do, and I don't have a strong resume, so its the one thing I've avoided. He doesn't give a shit what I'm terrified of. His dream would be for me to have a low paying job, to never be able to support myself, so he can keep holding money over my head, and make me homeless anytime he wants. Any "job" I have would have to be temporary. I need to do a business, to make enough money, to support myself, and this apartment, so I can be free of him.
All in all, its just a putrid situation that likely will never get any better. He's going to see my uncle for several days next week. When he gets back, hes going to give me copies of my resume, so I can look for a "job".
I've avoided going to have my bp checked. He said something like "If you don't get it checked, you'll get to 300 lbs and die". (Wishful thinking, maybe, so he can have my money, and the money he spends on my apartment). I'm far from 300 lbs.
The genius discussed going into "joint therapy". I half agreed to that, but then started thinking. What's he going to do, go in to say "Mitch is all fucked up, and I, his father, am perfect". it's useless. He was in therapy for a long time, it didn't work.
So now will be the path to "job". (Which has to be done, but will do nothing to improve my situation with him). I need "business",. so I can be free of him.
I cried some on the way home, wondering why "God". (Something I have trouble believing in) took my wonderful mother away from me, at a young age, and left me with this prick.
I went to see Maria for lunch. She was horrified at his actions. We gave each other a big hug. She is so kind. If only she trusted me to make it more. She talked about running away with me. The way I feel, I'd do it in a minute.
I'm going to see the Putz again in ten days to two weeks to discuss "Jobs". In the meantime, my aunt the artist is right. I should feel thankful I don't have to see him much.
The man is just incorrigible.
I've told him.. dozens of times. that I don't want to hear about his friend Marvin. (The dick who told my mom it was fine if she was in the street, and who never contacted me after my mom died). Sooo.. what does my scumbag father do? He said to me "Marvin wants to help you". I blew up, telling my father that I don't want to hear about Marvin, and that I don't give a fuck about him. My father claims he wont bring Marvin up again, but I know that's a lie.. He always says those things, and yet does it constantly anyway.
Then.. he began his other manipulation, about the cousin I hate, Sandy, saying "Scott and Lisa want to help you, to have someone to talk to".. (Scott and Lisa are Sandy's son, and daughter in law). Why would I discuss personal business, with people who I don't trust, and whose mother/mother in law I hate?
Back to Marvin: My father keeps justifying his behavior by saying "Sheila called Marvin's wife Blossom a ****". (I was there, and my mom did NOT call that fat pig (I'm calling her that) a ****) The woman made up a lie, to embellish, but., no matter how many times I tell my father this, he returns to the same thing, and insists on believing Marvin and Blossom's lies, and not his son, who was present, when my father wasn't. .
He's going out to see my uncle next weekend in Vegas. I told my father "You spend no time with me , but you have time for everyone else. It isn't usual for a parent to be best friends with his son's worst enemies." He told me that he "Doesn't see it that way".
His only "anger" is when I told him my aunt the artist said that he doesn't want to help me with my business, because he wants me to do it myself. He became enraged, saying that my aunt "Doesn't know what she's talking about", and he will "Be there to support me". He's so full of shit. He would never want me to have a successful business... as I would then have the financial stability to tell him to either treat me right, or to go fuck himself.
I mentioned how I have so little of his time, and how Cheryl certainly cant feel her life is impeded by his situation with me. He said "Cheryl knows that".
Finally, we discussed the issue of my getting a "job". (The one thing I've avoided this year). He said "I know you're terrified, so why don't you try something part time". (Trying to sound like the "supportive father". ) I guess I'm really not sure what to do, and I don't have a strong resume, so its the one thing I've avoided. He doesn't give a shit what I'm terrified of. His dream would be for me to have a low paying job, to never be able to support myself, so he can keep holding money over my head, and make me homeless anytime he wants. Any "job" I have would have to be temporary. I need to do a business, to make enough money, to support myself, and this apartment, so I can be free of him.
All in all, its just a putrid situation that likely will never get any better. He's going to see my uncle for several days next week. When he gets back, hes going to give me copies of my resume, so I can look for a "job".
I've avoided going to have my bp checked. He said something like "If you don't get it checked, you'll get to 300 lbs and die". (Wishful thinking, maybe, so he can have my money, and the money he spends on my apartment). I'm far from 300 lbs.
The genius discussed going into "joint therapy". I half agreed to that, but then started thinking. What's he going to do, go in to say "Mitch is all fucked up, and I, his father, am perfect". it's useless. He was in therapy for a long time, it didn't work.
So now will be the path to "job". (Which has to be done, but will do nothing to improve my situation with him). I need "business",. so I can be free of him.
I cried some on the way home, wondering why "God". (Something I have trouble believing in) took my wonderful mother away from me, at a young age, and left me with this prick.
I went to see Maria for lunch. She was horrified at his actions. We gave each other a big hug. She is so kind. If only she trusted me to make it more. She talked about running away with me. The way I feel, I'd do it in a minute.
I'm going to see the Putz again in ten days to two weeks to discuss "Jobs". In the meantime, my aunt the artist is right. I should feel thankful I don't have to see him much.
