last night my dad and brother got into a yelling match and started screaming at each other. mind you, if I'm ever in the vicinity of someone who is yelling at another person—or, god forbid, if someone raises their voice at me—it makes me feel really scared and makes me cry. thankfully there was no physical violence (though I wouldn't be surprised if that happened). but it got really bad, to the point where I was trembling and crying alone in my room.
I don't want to overshare, but I just have to say that my dad feels absolutely no compassion for us. he says that he cares, then stomps on our hearts when we pour our feelings out to him. he doesn't care. he got so defensive when my brother called him out on his conditional love, and he acted as if my brother was being rude and ungrateful by saying this. instead of actually taking these things to heart and acknowledging his own faults, my dad wants to play the victim and place the blame on everyone else. and instead of recognizing that he's making us feel miserable and apologizing and taking steps to work on being a better dad, he talks about how his own alcoholic father didn't care about him at all and uses that to justify his own ****ty behaviour.
we have to keep quiet and let him have complete control and let him perpetuate this absolute chaos and dysfunction, or else we suffer emotional abuse and manipulation. I don't know what others think (nor do I really care), but that sounds like a pretty ****ed up way to live.
it's pretty pathetic when you find the courage to tell your dad that his inexcusable and disgusting behaviour makes you not want to live anymore, and he responds by saying "that is so selfish of you."
I'm so tired of being here. I honestly wanted to run away from home last night, I almost did too. I can't do this anymore. I want to leave and never, ever come back. I don't deserve this, none of us do.