#10

I'm just going to rant in this blog because I have something to rant about. So, if you don't enjoy listening to problems, you should just skip this one.

It hasn't happened for a while - I mean...my dad taking his anger out on me. Even if it's minuscule, it still bothers me a lot.
Today, I made french toast for my dad and I. It was my first time making it for breakfast. While I was preparing the toast, I heard him yelling downstairs, "BITCH! It won't accept it!". I was assuming he was complaining about a check or something.
He came upstairs to see what I was doing and he helped me flip the toast on the pan. I made four slices; two for him and two for me. He only ate one. I asked if he didn't like it; he told me that he already ate before. I believed him because he always leaves the house early in the morning to go to our neighbor's house. I assumed he ate at his neighbors house.
After he told me that, he went back downstairs like a hermit. Then he came back upstairs and went to the backyard and yelled at one of our dogs.
From the backyard, he yelled at me, "If you're going to put the dog's leash up front, you have to check if he can reach the garbage or not! He's been flipping that garbage and I'm always the one that has to clean it up!"
I put the dog up front a long time ago. He could've adjusted the position of the garbage can anytime he wanted. I didn't mind all that much that he didn't finish the toast I made, but I hated that he yelled at me just cause a check bounced. I have nothing to do with a check bouncing.
Money is disgusting. It made him like this.

I cleaned up everything in the kitchen, but I left my cookbook out. He also yelled at me for leaving it out.
I made him breakfast and because of a check that bounced, he gets upset, doesn't finish the toast and yells at me. Thankfully, it wasn't as bad this time.
In the past, he'd get so angry that he'd talk behind everyone's back. It was up to a point where I couldn't take it anymore and rebel. I learned that rebelling won't work with him, it'll just infuriate him more and make start throwing things at me.

Oh well. As much as it annoys me, family is still...family.
That's all my ranting for today.
Haha, thanks if you read.