Goddammit, you piece of shit. Why the hell can’t you do one thing right? Just one. That’s all I ask. For starters, finish remodeling your own fucked up room before starting on the rest of the house. Your room is torn apart, halfway remodeled, halfway a piece of shit…and what do you do? You abandon that project and start trying to redo the ceilings…which you proceed to make worse. Same with the carpets. Again, same with the walls. And the bathrooms…and the kitchen…every one of your “plans” has not worked. Your feeble attempts at making our house appear more appealing have only succeeded in failing. Is this your final goal?
Ya know dad, our house was never great. But guess what? You fucked it up!
You still haven’t fixed external damage from the earthquake in '94. Hell, you haven’t fixed any of the damage. Yet, for some unfathomable reason, you want repaint my room and put in new carpet! Why?!? The paint is two years old. The carpet isn’t in bad shape. Why not finish putting stucco on the outside walls? Why not fix the cracked floorboards on the stairs and put carpet there?? Replace the 20-year-old carpet in our family room. Or hell, what about that big crack in the foundation of our house? That’s not a good thing, you know. For the love of the Invisible Pink Unicorn, why’d you take my fucking door off and mess with the doorframe? You’re not an architect! You’re a deadbeat lawyer, a washout shirt salesman, a failed calendar marketer, and remain a loser air-purifying machince salesman! What the hell are you thinking?
That’s not all. You have 6 people totally dependent on you and mom. Why do you insist on squandering our limited supply of money? Why don’t you get a real job? And why do you yell at mom for getting her own job? Fuck you! I’m sick of you yelling at her when she tries to fix what you fucked up in the first place. Same with when we try to help. Us ‘kids’ aren’t moronic whelps, you know. We have vital input and opinions that are just maybe a tad more realistic than yours.
You see, we know what is broken and needs to be fixed. We know what we don’t have that we need. We know what should be bought that would benefit the whole family. Yet whenever we try to make recommendations or suggestions, you treat us like shit. Why? We’re your own children, your own wife, and yet you don’t give us the time of day or give us the respect any human deserves. Why is that?
You cause more arguments with each passing day. Your methods of running a family are poorly thought out…if you’ve actually put thought into it at all. Why don’t you let mom have any input in family affairs? You treat her almost as bad as you treat the kids. Your management abilities are poor to nonexistant.
You’re incompetent. Stop buying your stupid fucking Magic cards, your gas station junk food, your toys and useless trinkets, and maybe pay our medical insurance, or our dentist bills, or our utility bills, or car insurance, or earthquake insurance, or fire insurance, or credit debts, or car registration…hell, spend it on ANYTHING other than what you waste it on now! It’ll be far more helpful to us no matter what you can think of.
We’re sick of all this bullshit, dad. We put up with your eccentric, illogical behavior day after day, and our it’s really causing us to be short fused. Tensions are always high, fights and arguments always start, all because of you. Stop threatening to kick me out of the house when I disagree with you. Stop threatening to hit me if you value your safety. Stop being such a shallow, petty man when your ideas are proven to be faulty or even completely wrong.
We’re sick of it all, asshole. You make me sick, you make my brothers and sister sick, even mom is starting to get tired of it all. We want a better life, but you won’t let us. You refuse to try and make things better for us in an organized matter, and then try to prevent us from making things better for ourselves. Stop trying to have everything your way. Stop trying to do things that satisfy you and you only. You’re supposed to do things for the family, you drooling halfwit. You’re not supposed to be selfish when you decide to marry and have children.
You’re more childish than any other adult I know. Grow up, you goddamn putz.