This morning, in my parent's kitchen, after my father literally stared me down with a scolding look after I made a very innocent, joking remark to my Mom about him, and after he disrespected my Mom with another comment, I called him on it.
I said, "whoa, whoa, whoa...no more. I don't wanna hear your sneering, hostile, dismissive, disrespectful crap ever again, not toward me or Mom or anyone. Do you understand?"
He immediately became defensive and did his little "what did I do?" hands-up-in-a-mocking-fashion thing that makes me want to bash his f-ing teeth in, I swear.
And when my Mom backed me up, he said, "that's right, blame it on me, throw me under the bus." Then he said to her, "you're biased."
When I said, "whoa, what do you mean she's biased. Biased against you?" He said, "yeah, you know what a bias is?"
Then, for the next 15 minutes or so, I told him how angry I've been at him since I was about 8 years old, and told him that he needs to think about why that might be and how that might be related to the 24/7 hell of anxiety and depression I've been living with for over the past 2.5 years. He said, "you're assuming that I haven't thought about that, but I have."
Ok, well, what do you think?
He said, "look, we're not going to talk about this now." I said, "that's right, let's not talk about it. That's worked real well so far in this fucked up family...not talking about it. Let's pretend there's no problem."
That's how my three-day stint with the entire family started at about 9 this morning, getting into it with my father. You'd think it would've made me feel OK to say all that, but I feel even worse than I normally do.
No matter what I say or do, my father ALWAYS makes me feel like I am wrong. Either with his words or his body language or the look on his goddamn face, he never, ever takes responsibility for being hurtful or thoughtless.
And, he never fails to defend himself with this: "it's not my intention to come across that way." Fine, now do something about it, but he never does.
Russ