He’s such a fucking dick. First, he spends my entire childhood telling me how dumb and worthless and terrible I am, then is shocked when I’m not magically smart and successful. He says hes fine with me not moving out, but then constantly brings up the fact that I cant afford shit. He says he cares about the dogs, then abandons them for three weeks, doesnt get one medical care and just “Hopes” she’ll get better, and I have to fight tooth and fucking nail to get the other. He wont even get mats for the kitchen for a reason that doesnt exist any more, which was originally about Radar taking corners too fast. And every time something breaks, he half-ass repairs it, maybe, and then tells you how ungrateful you are when you point out that its not fucking fixed. I should just fucking kill myself. It’s what he wants anyways. Then he can be the grieving father, cursed with his useless, worthless, unlovable child. He’d love that. God, that sounds so nice. No more stress, just nothing.