IT's official, i hate, loathe, detest my so called father.
I know a lot of people say things in the heat of the moment, but my father is the biggest **** alive.
I know that people go through life and there are some people that they just don't get on with.
Mine would be my father
I have freeview in my room and a big projector so i hardly watch TV downstairs.
My mum and him went to the pub for dinner and got in 10 minutes ago.
Since they went out, i thought i might as well watch a bit of teleport replay downstairs, then he walks in and tells me to sit on the seatee instead of the chair (his chair apparantly)
I'm needled at this but he does it all of the time, so i move, then he sits there and starts wriggling his feet around which i detest as it's right in the view of the tv, so i ask him to stop.
I get back "it's my house and i'll do what i want"
I then throw the remote at him and hurl lots of abuse at him.
Last week i wasn't even allowed to put a shelf up in my room because it's not "my" room, but his.
He's never been there as a dad, never went to parents evenings, never showed any interest in me or my 2 brothers lives.
He's drove 1 son away, and me and my other brother both think he's a swedish banker.
I'm sorry for the rant but i just need to vent.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Andy