My dad's a dumbshit

My dad has done some stupid things in his life. Hell, he’s always doing stupid shit. But recently, he’s done one of the stupidest things yet, and has again shown himself to be the irresponsible liar that I’ve always thought him to be.

This week my family went to Yosemite. Me and two of my brothers stayed down here for our own reasons. We have food to eat, money to spend, and car’s to drive. But thanks to my oh so responsible father, we have no goddamn water to our house any more. Our dumbshit dad went for a weeklong vacation, and DIDN’T PAY THE FUCKING BILLS! The stupid felchmonkey knew that the water bill needed to be paid. He was supposed to call us at 4:30 PT to get the numbers to call to postpone water payment. Did he call? Fuck no. Did he tell us how we’re magically supposed to get water, or the money to pay the bill, if he didn’t call again? Again, fuck no. The bill is $710. We can’t scrape together that amount of money even if we could pay the bill.

Does it sound like my dad is a caring, responsible father, who is concerned about the welfare of his children while he’s away? Not to me. In my years of experience with him, he’s nothing more than an egocentric little child, always demanding his way, not caring whether what he wants is logical or reasonable, and then getting pissed at his kids when he doesn’t get what he wants. I’ve heard him say countless times when he says “Damn kids!” whenever something goes wrong. If he breaks a wrench, “Damn kids”, it’s now OUR fault and that braindead dumbfuck is free from blame. If he can’t find something in our house cluttered with an ungodly amount of useless shit, “Damn kids”, and it’s our fault yet again.

I’m sick of the increasingly stupid shit my dad does. He doesn’t give a ratfuck about what the rest of his family wants, let alone needs. This stupid asshole doesn’t know how to raise and take care of a family, and has shown it yet again. He doesn’t realize that we hate the stupid shit he does, even though we tell him to his face that he’s a stupid fuckup. This oblivious retard doesn’t belong in society, let alone be the head of a hoousehold. He lacks the two brain cells necessary to generate enough mental capacity to realize “Hey…my family hates me. Maybe I should start taking care of them for a change”.

I would say that he’s just going through a midlife crisis, but he’s been doing this shit my whole life! He’s lied to his kids countless times, and he’s even lied and told exaggerated bullshit to his wife.

I’m so tired of his bullshit. He’s clueless about it all too. He just doesn’t get it, even when fights break out because of his stupid fucking shit.

And dad, I HATE YOU, you stupid brain-squicked bastard. Get a fucking grip on reality and start taking care of your damn family for a change.

Get a divorce.
Irreconcilable differences.
Problem solved.
No more dad.

{{{Monster}}}
I hear ya, man. Let me just say here that people will (probably) jump in and say “No, you don’t really hate your dad.” Let me tell them a hearty FUCK OFF for you. I know that it’s very possible, and very likely for you to feel that. Looks like we’re in a similar boat.

And oldscratch… it’s not that easy. It never is.

$710 for a water bill? Is your family actually supplying the water for an entire town?

He’s in SoCal–they have no water. You pay $710 just for the right to * pretend. *

Hey if celebrities can do it, so can you. Celebrities the unsung heros.

You’re right though, I was just adding a little levity. I do support you in it’s possible to hate a parent. Both my Mom and I hate her Mother. That worthless bag that get’s referred to as my grandmother.

My Dad pulled a really dumbass stunt this past Sunday. We’re driving to the airport and this woman in a Crown Vic cuts us off, he cuts her off, she blows her horn, she cuts him off, etc, etc. We finally get to the airport and he follows her into the parkinglot and to the space she pulls into. He pulls up behind her so she can’t back out. By this time he’s been screaming stuff like “You fucking bitch!” at her and is very pissed off. I say to him, “You’re not going to make a scene are you?!” He says, “NO OF COURSE NOT!” sarcasm. So he jumps out of our vehicle and goes up to her car and pounds on her window and says something like, “GOTTA PROBLEM WITH YOUR HORN BITCH?!” Well, she rolls downt the window and says something I couldn’t hear being in the vehicle still and staring mouth agape. She rolls it back up and my Dad continues to yell obsenities at her. She opens the door and holds our her pepper spray can and says if he doesn’t leave her alone she’ll spray him and call the police on her cell phone. He still continues to yell at her, but backs up some. She finally sprays the pepper spray, but it was windy enough and he was far enough away that he didn’t get any on him (too bad). Anyway, he get back in the car and I’m pissed at him. Once we park, I jump out and start walking and fuming to myself. Soon he yells to me “What’s your problem?” I say, I don’t want to have anything to do with you because of that scene you just made!" I keep walking ahead of him. Once we get into the terminal I try to talk to him again, but he ignores me completely, so much for making up then. We get to the gate and act as if we don’t exist to each other. Once my step mother gets off the plane we start back to the car. When we get in, he says we are no longer going out to dinner since his daughter won’t have anything to do with him.:mad: So we yell back and forth and he basically acuses me of not supporting him in his actions! Yeah, like I’m going to endorse that shit! He somehow convinces me to apologise to him! He is so minipulitive! God he’s a juvenile asshole, he won’t even take responsibility for disrespecting me, while he claims that I disrespeted him! He finally apologises to me the next day. He is never the first to make an effort at reconciliation. The bad part is, since I’m a college student I really need his support money-wise and I’m not about to walk out on that. I am so happy I’ll be leaving for school in 2 weeks!! I will not miss him at all :mad:

So I can empathise with you Monster, but my dad is not as bad as yours thank goodness.

A vaguely remembered quote by Keanu Reeves in the movie Parenthood:

“You know missus Buckman, you need a license to drive, you need a license to fish, hell…you need a license to own a DOG! But they’ll let any butt-reaming asshole be a father!”
No need to go into my history but tiggeril has it straight and I agree from experience. Some people are just plain dumbfucks that have no business being in company of normal human beings.

Just don’t turn into some Columbine dickweed who takes out his neighbors and classmates and then goes on chat shows saying it’s not my fault cuz my dad’s a loser boy!

Monster,
I totally understand. My parents are divorced (thank god) and my Mom pulls the same bullshit as your dad. She once left for 10 days and a $300 electric bill. Now this is AZ and that was July and it’s a 115 freaking degrees outside. She blamed me for not getting the mail…because she didn’t know that the bill was due. Now most people know that the bill comes every month and it needs to be paid regardless if you recived the bill or not.
Good thing that a freind of the family showed up after a few days and paid the bill. It was turned off for 3 days…I just wasn’t at the house. My mom bitched…of course.
The friend gave me a good piece of advice…“you can’t change parents…you have to accept them for who they are or write them off as someone you don’t deal with. You can bitch and moan but no one can change someone else, you can only change yourself.”

Good luck with your Dad…and it’s good to vent about this kinda stuff. And you can hate the parent…shit you don’t have to like them.

The stupidest part of all is that he knew that he needed to pay the bill! This wasn’t just a warning deadline; It WAS the deadline. He left knowing the water would be cut off today if it wasn’t paid.

The reason the bill is $710 is for a few reasons: 1) There are 8 people living in our house 2) It’s summer, and I live in SoCal. 3) The bill has been postponed at least once before.

Wow, Monster, do we have the same dad? I can’t believe that there are more people like him in the world reproducing.

The first thought I had when I read your post was…you had a chance to go to Yosemite and you didn’t go?!?! Sheesh! :wink:

I sympathize. Your dad sounds like a flake. Some dads are worse, some are better. You get what you get. I had troubles with my dad sometimes. (But he was basically OK.) He died 12 years ago. I miss him something awful. As much as you are pissed at your dad (and you are entitled to feel that way, no question) it’s always different when they are alive. Let me tell you.

…and I got mad at my dad for giving me an 11:00pm curfew (sp?) when I was 16. I fumed for an entire summer at the injustice of it all…

I’m going to call him up and tell him how much I love him right now for carring as much as he did. Don’t know if he’ll know what the hell I’m talking about now that it’s 20 years later.

Until recently I had a 6:00 curfew. WTF??? Just another stupid thing I’m pissed about.

I’m with ya there too… my parents bought me a cell phone so they’ll know where I am at all times… by calling me every hour on the hour. I turn the phone off? Grounded. For three weeks. I don’t know how I’m going to manage at college.

Well, thank god my brother is smart. I told him about the problem before I went to work. Apparently he went to the nearest DWP office and told them our situation, and were kind enough to give us an extension without many hassles.

But now my brother is pissed at my dad.

I don’t think he will have a very warm welcome when he gets home.

Hey man, the only advice I can offer you is this:

Move the fuck out.

The night I told my dad if he didn’t leave I was going to kill him, I decided that it wasn’t a healthy situation for anyone in the household.
He took off for the night, and the next day I packed up my shit and left without a backward glance before he came back.

I didn’t have too much shit, since that was 6 years ago, and I was only 17. I only just this summer started visiting them.

Anyway, it has really affected my life. But I wouldn’t have it any other way, as I grew to learn that my life is my own and I don’t have anyone but myself to hold accountable for the things that happen in it.

But that’s just me. If you hate your 'rents, the best a lot of people can do is to
a) use them for money until you get out of school
b) get a real job
c) write them off
d) hope they don’t die and leave all the money to someone else
and
e) hope and pray to the deity of your choice that you NEVER need them for anything.
Or you can try to make peace with them. I think that would be better in the long run.

Sorry, but being at the age that I should be a father, I have to laugh.

OES: I wish my father was that bold. He just lets them cut them off and ignores it. Irritates the shit out of me. But your dad takes it to the point of being maced? I love it.

Monster: Your dad decides not to pay a bill? Huh, wait 'till you move out and are out on your own. You’ll soon learn that ‘It’s in the mail’ and ‘How little can I pay and still have service’ really means, shit, time to call pops and get some cash.

I’m not making light of any of these posts. Obviously I don’t understand your situations that well.

But I would love to send this to you when you have kids. My theory is parents are just like you and me. We’re pretty much idiots and never do a thing right.

As a father, I’d like to give you a lecture and tell you how ungrateful (etc, etc) you are, but I have to take your side on this one.

How can supposedly responsible adults afford to go on vacation when they can’t pay the bills (not putting anyone down, I just wish I knew how to do it.) Give him hell Monster, He deserves it!

That being said, I’m still aghast at the amount of the bill. I have my own well and only pay for the electricity to pump the water, but even my city-dwelling friends only pay 20 dollars or so per month for water/sewer fees. Is there really that much difference betweem west/east coast?

Sorry for being so ignorant, but I guess thats why we’re here, wow.

Y’know, it’s really not about the money (in case y’all didn’t know, I’m Monster’s older brother…). We know for a fact that he has the money to pay for a stinkin’ water bill, and it’s not even that. He just had to call down to the DWP to request that they postpone payment for another month.

Here’s what happened. On Wednesday, at roughly 2:00 PM, I get a call from him in Yosemite. He says, basically, to head over to where a friend of his works and get the phone number for a woman who works at the DWP. I tell him I’ll page my older brother (the “hero” who got our liquid back) since he’s already out, to get the number on his way home. Me brother says “Okay, I’ll be home at 4:30 with the number.” I relay this message to my dad, on the other line, who responds, “Okay, I’ll call back at 4:30, get the number, then get everything straightened out.”

4:30 comes and goes. No phone calls. I go to bed, wondering if he’ll call tomorrow.

Thursday morning… I wake up way too early for my tastes. I go about my morning routine, feeding the cats and the fish, getting the newspaper, eating some sort of edible material… then the dogs start barking. I look out the window and see a man in a white DWP shirt out front, by the pressure valve. I don’t make the connection of the events that transpired yesterday; my still groggy mind thinks, “Oh, he’s reading the meter,” and I tell our dogs to shut up.

During all this, Monster was in the shower. It suddenly goes silent. A few seconds later, I hear him emerge from the bathroom, shouting “What the hell happened?”

Me: “Guh…? Whuzzat…?”

Monster: “There’s no water!”

Suddenly, a sinking realization hits me.

I let Monster do all the fuming; me, I just heave a big ol’ sigh. After all, I’ve had to put up with this stuff for longer than he has, and it starts to wear me down after a while.

Pepperlandgirl…

Funny you should mention this… is your dad Mormon?