..:Rant Today, Gone Tomorrow::..
Forgive me for this. I just can't take him anymore!! I never thought I would be saying this a year ago (wait, yes I would!), but I'm counting down the days until I turn 18. Not only that, but I can't wait to get out of this house. I'm dealing with too much crap from him right now, and dad's always bugging me about things that he has no right to bug me about. Consider an entry from the day we came home from NC, just a couple weeks ago:
On the way home, the fam, Adam, (Jacob's friend), Rach, and I stop by Burger King. Since dad's paying for once, I go for a Whopper Jr. meal. What I usually go for, minus the fries. But it's all hunky-dory until I request Ranch dressing for the fries (remember, I don't eat ketchup, nor do I splurge on fries and a burger together. But it's vacation.) So anyway, I ask for the Ranch, and dad not only glares at me, but has the nerve to say,
"Elan, you don't want to get that."
"Why dad?"
"Because it's too much fat for you."
"Dad, I'm fine."
"Elan [glares again] you can't get that too."
At this, I give up. So not only has he now completely embaressed me in front of Rach and Adam, I now feel bad, and he gets in an even more pissy mood. Great.
Rach and I get our food and sit down. Because she's the awesome sister/friend she is, Rach tries to convince me he's just being helpful. No, I know it's not that. You see, it's been like this for the past couple years.
"Elan, don't eat that. You'll get fat."
"It's just a snack, dad. I haven't eaten since 10 am [last school year, lunch was at 10am and I didn't get to eat anything until I got home around4-4:30pm] and I'm hungry."
"Eat some fruit."
"There is no fruit/I already did."
"If you eat those crackers/chips, your legs and butt will get huge."
"Dad, why do you friggin' care?!?"
Usually everyday after school goes like that. I'm sick of him so-called caring about my weight. He also thinks I don't exercise enough. (I usually run or ride my bike to Herring Run park 3 or 4 times a week). So it's driving me crazy. Not like I should let it bother me, I wouldn't if it were anyone else saying that to me, but... it's dad... supposedly someone who wants me to feel good about myself and wants the best for me, right? I guess I learned something tonight. I was wrong.
Posted by everythinguarent at September 9, 2003 08:41 PM