Well this Thanksgiving is my worst ever and also traumatic event of my life due to my drunk dad (who doesn't want me to call him Dad anymore).
My dad was off the charts drunk during the Thanksgiving party where he was in the whole party drinking in the basement with buddies. And the disturbing thing about is he was even drunk before the party as we went by my Aunt's house where there he drank Jamaican Rum and Heineken.
So after party when he was going to drop me home I asked him "Can I drive?" he refused saying I never wanted to drive before. Well that was after before you got dead drunk. So here I am scared for life (and for the drivers coming home from Thanksgiving) with a Under The Influence manchild under the wheel as he's driving 60 mph in a 40 mph zone, and while in straddling through lane makers and crying out gibberish about me not know who people I haven't seen in 14 years are. Having enough at the next red light I got out the car and since I had a bus pass just decided to take the bus home.
But Dad (still drunk by the way) for some reason followed me and yelling out gibberish as I'm telling I don't feel safe around you being drunk. He fucking grabbed me, pushed me on a car and slapped me right in the face with 2 people witnessing it in a Walgreens parking lot. Now I could have easily called the cops on his ass but alas I am an adult so I went "fuck him" and went across the street to a local gas station to tell my Mom/Grandaunt about this idiocy.
But then my dad literally still followed me and nearly ran over me with his fucking car. He started spitting out retardation that I stole his phone (I'm guessing he thought I left the car cause I stole his phone which is fucking stupid since I already have one that's better than his). So here we are in the gas station me trying to tell the cashier there to call the cops but alas no.
And to think after this whole Mike Brown/Ferguson shit I have the stance to never call cops for anything minor.
So Dad tries to do his "Thug Life, Street Knowledge" with the cashier saying I have Down Syndrome. I mean he doesn't know what it means let alone even say it correctly (Dawn Sindrom). I'm at the brink to call the cops but my Mother and Grand-Aunt who are on the phone (which is mine) call me out of it. Then Father says to me if I do call the cops I get my ass kicked my ass kicked by him so bad that I will be bloody all over the floor.
Smooth, Dad.
Smooth.
So then he resorted to name calling me the usual "faggot", "fag", "bitch-ass faggot" oh did I mention my dad is a homophone and thinks I'm gay? He also telling customers who randomly come in to fill gas how much I'm a faggot, disgrace and loser (lol) and laugh along even though they're obviously laughing at how much of a drunken manchild he is. Then he whines again about me stealing phone. I emptied my pockets and I showed him my phone (the only phone I had) where my Grandaunt was on the line as I was talking to her about how much I want to call the cops. I gave him phone to Grandaunt (surprisingly he didn't break it) he starts yelling to her that he has no son like that truly is heartbroken for me (it's not). Then I let him talked to Mom where he shockingly didn't say any sexist remarks to her (I'm so proud on him).
He's says the same as he did with my Grandaunt but also with the words "I will never taken him anywhere ever again". OK I mean I got a unlimited bus pass that can take me anywhere but ok yeah. So we parted ways he gave me back the phone and came up to my face trying to be threatening calling me a "bitch nigga". I literally said "Ok bye" to him and left and told the cashier "Dads, huh?" and left.
When I went outside and I thought he still following me but he was going to his car (probably getting pulled over by cops who knows) he yelled and called me "Pussy, Bitch" and I told him to fuck off.
We went our separate ways.
So I went back to the where the shit happen Walgreens to wait on my Grandmother and Grandfather to pick me up. They picked me drop me back home and here I am now still shocked and appalled that this happened. I mean I'm currently alright now and I'll get over it in 2 days tops but I'm wondering if my Dad will be over it.
Probably not but who gives a shit I don't. He'll probably wake up from his hangover and try to call me and make amends with me. But I block his number so he can't do that.
I mean fucking hell, I know its the wacky alcohol that made him act like that retarded but fuck man this really opened my eyes. I'm not "kickin it" with that manchild anymore until he gets ahold of his alcohol addiction. I mean it's why my Mom left his ass in the first place. Unfortunately he's nearly 50 and he's been drinking since his Teen years so he gave up that years ago probably.
I just know deep in my heart I wish him the best and don't want nothing bad to happen to him.
But I can't deal with my father like this.
Not anymore.
My dad was off the charts drunk during the Thanksgiving party where he was in the whole party drinking in the basement with buddies. And the disturbing thing about is he was even drunk before the party as we went by my Aunt's house where there he drank Jamaican Rum and Heineken.
So after party when he was going to drop me home I asked him "Can I drive?" he refused saying I never wanted to drive before. Well that was after before you got dead drunk. So here I am scared for life (and for the drivers coming home from Thanksgiving) with a Under The Influence manchild under the wheel as he's driving 60 mph in a 40 mph zone, and while in straddling through lane makers and crying out gibberish about me not know who people I haven't seen in 14 years are. Having enough at the next red light I got out the car and since I had a bus pass just decided to take the bus home.
But Dad (still drunk by the way) for some reason followed me and yelling out gibberish as I'm telling I don't feel safe around you being drunk. He fucking grabbed me, pushed me on a car and slapped me right in the face with 2 people witnessing it in a Walgreens parking lot. Now I could have easily called the cops on his ass but alas I am an adult so I went "fuck him" and went across the street to a local gas station to tell my Mom/Grandaunt about this idiocy.
But then my dad literally still followed me and nearly ran over me with his fucking car. He started spitting out retardation that I stole his phone (I'm guessing he thought I left the car cause I stole his phone which is fucking stupid since I already have one that's better than his). So here we are in the gas station me trying to tell the cashier there to call the cops but alas no.
And to think after this whole Mike Brown/Ferguson shit I have the stance to never call cops for anything minor.
So Dad tries to do his "Thug Life, Street Knowledge" with the cashier saying I have Down Syndrome. I mean he doesn't know what it means let alone even say it correctly (Dawn Sindrom). I'm at the brink to call the cops but my Mother and Grand-Aunt who are on the phone (which is mine) call me out of it. Then Father says to me if I do call the cops I get my ass kicked my ass kicked by him so bad that I will be bloody all over the floor.
Smooth, Dad.
Smooth.
So then he resorted to name calling me the usual "faggot", "fag", "bitch-ass faggot" oh did I mention my dad is a homophone and thinks I'm gay? He also telling customers who randomly come in to fill gas how much I'm a faggot, disgrace and loser (lol) and laugh along even though they're obviously laughing at how much of a drunken manchild he is. Then he whines again about me stealing phone. I emptied my pockets and I showed him my phone (the only phone I had) where my Grandaunt was on the line as I was talking to her about how much I want to call the cops. I gave him phone to Grandaunt (surprisingly he didn't break it) he starts yelling to her that he has no son like that truly is heartbroken for me (it's not). Then I let him talked to Mom where he shockingly didn't say any sexist remarks to her (I'm so proud on him).
He's says the same as he did with my Grandaunt but also with the words "I will never taken him anywhere ever again". OK I mean I got a unlimited bus pass that can take me anywhere but ok yeah. So we parted ways he gave me back the phone and came up to my face trying to be threatening calling me a "bitch nigga". I literally said "Ok bye" to him and left and told the cashier "Dads, huh?" and left.
When I went outside and I thought he still following me but he was going to his car (probably getting pulled over by cops who knows) he yelled and called me "Pussy, Bitch" and I told him to fuck off.
We went our separate ways.
So I went back to the where the shit happen Walgreens to wait on my Grandmother and Grandfather to pick me up. They picked me drop me back home and here I am now still shocked and appalled that this happened. I mean I'm currently alright now and I'll get over it in 2 days tops but I'm wondering if my Dad will be over it.
Probably not but who gives a shit I don't. He'll probably wake up from his hangover and try to call me and make amends with me. But I block his number so he can't do that.
I mean fucking hell, I know its the wacky alcohol that made him act like that retarded but fuck man this really opened my eyes. I'm not "kickin it" with that manchild anymore until he gets ahold of his alcohol addiction. I mean it's why my Mom left his ass in the first place. Unfortunately he's nearly 50 and he's been drinking since his Teen years so he gave up that years ago probably.
I just know deep in my heart I wish him the best and don't want nothing bad to happen to him.
But I can't deal with my father like this.
Not anymore.