I feel I must start this thread in response to the recent post, ?I Hate My Dad?. There have been numerous posts along these lines, in fact. A second opinion from the ?other side? is only fair.
I?m a dad. I have two daughters. One is four and a half. The older girl is going to be fourteen in a month. If she graduates from the eighth grade, (and that?s touch and go, right now), she will enter high school in the Fall. This rant is about her, and her peers. Now, I don?t genuinely hate her. In fact, hate is an emotion I don't allow to get the better of me. It?s an awful word and an awful feeling. However, there are times when I regret with every fiber of my being that this kid is on the planet. It?s time that dear ol? dad gave his side of the story???..
To protect the guilty, let?s call her Mary. Well, lil? angelic Mary is an angry little brat. She is mad at me, her mom, and the world. Why? As best as I can tell because the world, and especially her parents, owe her every thing she feels she is entitled to. That?s right, another self centered brat with an enormous sense of entitlement. If she is denied any of the things she feels she is entitled to, she then segues into her "victim" mode. Does this modus operandi sound familiar to any of you whining bastards out there? I mean, don?t all of you read from the same script? If I had a dime for every time she cried, ?That?s not fair.?, I?d have more money than Bill Gates.
I do agree with her on one thing, though. Life isn?t fair! Who said it was? There are going to be people you meet who are bigger, better, faster, richer, and smarter than you. People who have had more breaks than you, more opportunities, and even better luck. You?ll be a hell of a lot better off understanding this at an early age. Better still, you?ll be a hell of a lot better off accepting this at an early age.
Relationships are a two way street. With rare exceptions, they succeed or fail based upon the input of the parties involved. A good marriage requires the efforts of two. A divorce, likewise. The relationship between a dad and his sibling is no different. Did you ever stop to think maybe your dad has a few issues going on in his life that take him away from giving you his undivided attention and catering to your every whim and what you think is a need?
I?m self employed and have done my own thing for about ten years. While I enjoy the freedom this gives me, I can?t call in sick, either. I produce or I don?t get paid. My wife is a flight attendant. She, too, works for a living. We don?t receive money by asking for it. We are not entitled to any money. Now, when my business hit a rough patch recently and family income declined, lil? Mary?s handouts didn?t diminish. No. She expected that the needs of all other family member would go unheeded first. Why? Because lil? Mary is the center of the universe, she?s entitled. Lil? Mary does not work, outside the home or, for that matter, inside it either. If we can get her to wash a dish it is nothing short of divine intervention. Three requests will go completely ignored, the fourth will get me a dirty look, the fifth a smart ass reply and, with the help of Jesus and perhaps a hormone induced high, the sixth request will get it done.
Let me detail lil? Mary?s tough weekend. On Thursday evening she slept over a friend?s house. Her social club, that would be her school, had a field trip to Disney World on Friday, and so groups of friends were sleeping over one another?s houses. Or, so I?m told. (Did I mention lil? Mary and the truth are distant strangers?). This trip to Disney was paid for by this miserable SOB who she always tells people she hates. The spending money in her pocket was given to her by this same miserable SOB. So, she is out Thursday night and all day Friday. The school bus returns around 10:30PM, when she promptly calls and says she wants to sleep over someone else?s house. I tell her maybe some other time but I?d like her to come home. This was met with the usual pleading, whining, and followed by anger. She came home unhappy and with a face and an attitude. Why? Because she didn?t get everything she felt she was entitled to.
She slept to noon on Saturday, then spent the rest of the day alternately between the phone and the TV. Her mother, who was out of town working a flight to Europe, left her a note with a few chores to be completed. You know, inhumane tasks such as vacuum, dust, and wash your crap encrusted underwear and other clothing. Not a thing was done. Poor kid was tired. Around 6PM she began to get her second wind and wanted to, guess what, sleep over a friend?s house. I said, ?No.? More pouting, more attitude, more TV and more telephone.
Mom arrives back home Saturday evening, around 7:30PM, after having flown across the Atlantic and six time zones She fell asleep early on and woke up with me the following morning at around 6:30. We were planning on a leisurely Sunday. Well, lil? Mary wakes up around 10:30AM and immediately jumps on the telephone and makes her plans for the day. Mind you, these plans don?t include lifting a finger around the house, or helping mom or me in any way. They do include, however, going to the mall and the movies with some friends. Mom said, sure, you can go out. First, though, you need to clean your bathroom and bedroom. Ten minutes later, ten minutes, she announced she was done and would we please hurry because her friends were waiting and give me ten dollars.
This led to a blowout with mom. The bottom line is, she got her way and went out for the day, didn?t do spit around the house, again, and my wife was left crying because of the way this little POS treats us. Lil? Mary returned home just in time to see my wife leaving to work another ten hour flight, this time to South America.
I could go on and on. But, I hope, you get the point. In the meantime I need to get back to work and earn a buck because lil? Mary ain?t cheap. She has her Middle School Prom coming up next week. Guess who paid for her gown, the seamstress, and the limo? And who will be paying for the hair stylist the night before? Oh, yeah, her dance lesson bill is due for the month. Cheerleading starts in July, got to pay for that, too. Damn, I almost forgot, I have a $185 dental bill sitting on my desk because lil? Mary needed some work done on her chompers.
So, please, stop your self pitying and your whining and take a look at yourself in the mirror. I dare say the root of the problem is staring back at you. And, if you genuinely hate dad, do yourself a favor: get the hell out of his house and make it on your own.
I?m a dad. I have two daughters. One is four and a half. The older girl is going to be fourteen in a month. If she graduates from the eighth grade, (and that?s touch and go, right now), she will enter high school in the Fall. This rant is about her, and her peers. Now, I don?t genuinely hate her. In fact, hate is an emotion I don't allow to get the better of me. It?s an awful word and an awful feeling. However, there are times when I regret with every fiber of my being that this kid is on the planet. It?s time that dear ol? dad gave his side of the story???..
To protect the guilty, let?s call her Mary. Well, lil? angelic Mary is an angry little brat. She is mad at me, her mom, and the world. Why? As best as I can tell because the world, and especially her parents, owe her every thing she feels she is entitled to. That?s right, another self centered brat with an enormous sense of entitlement. If she is denied any of the things she feels she is entitled to, she then segues into her "victim" mode. Does this modus operandi sound familiar to any of you whining bastards out there? I mean, don?t all of you read from the same script? If I had a dime for every time she cried, ?That?s not fair.?, I?d have more money than Bill Gates.
I do agree with her on one thing, though. Life isn?t fair! Who said it was? There are going to be people you meet who are bigger, better, faster, richer, and smarter than you. People who have had more breaks than you, more opportunities, and even better luck. You?ll be a hell of a lot better off understanding this at an early age. Better still, you?ll be a hell of a lot better off accepting this at an early age.
Relationships are a two way street. With rare exceptions, they succeed or fail based upon the input of the parties involved. A good marriage requires the efforts of two. A divorce, likewise. The relationship between a dad and his sibling is no different. Did you ever stop to think maybe your dad has a few issues going on in his life that take him away from giving you his undivided attention and catering to your every whim and what you think is a need?
I?m self employed and have done my own thing for about ten years. While I enjoy the freedom this gives me, I can?t call in sick, either. I produce or I don?t get paid. My wife is a flight attendant. She, too, works for a living. We don?t receive money by asking for it. We are not entitled to any money. Now, when my business hit a rough patch recently and family income declined, lil? Mary?s handouts didn?t diminish. No. She expected that the needs of all other family member would go unheeded first. Why? Because lil? Mary is the center of the universe, she?s entitled. Lil? Mary does not work, outside the home or, for that matter, inside it either. If we can get her to wash a dish it is nothing short of divine intervention. Three requests will go completely ignored, the fourth will get me a dirty look, the fifth a smart ass reply and, with the help of Jesus and perhaps a hormone induced high, the sixth request will get it done.
Let me detail lil? Mary?s tough weekend. On Thursday evening she slept over a friend?s house. Her social club, that would be her school, had a field trip to Disney World on Friday, and so groups of friends were sleeping over one another?s houses. Or, so I?m told. (Did I mention lil? Mary and the truth are distant strangers?). This trip to Disney was paid for by this miserable SOB who she always tells people she hates. The spending money in her pocket was given to her by this same miserable SOB. So, she is out Thursday night and all day Friday. The school bus returns around 10:30PM, when she promptly calls and says she wants to sleep over someone else?s house. I tell her maybe some other time but I?d like her to come home. This was met with the usual pleading, whining, and followed by anger. She came home unhappy and with a face and an attitude. Why? Because she didn?t get everything she felt she was entitled to.
She slept to noon on Saturday, then spent the rest of the day alternately between the phone and the TV. Her mother, who was out of town working a flight to Europe, left her a note with a few chores to be completed. You know, inhumane tasks such as vacuum, dust, and wash your crap encrusted underwear and other clothing. Not a thing was done. Poor kid was tired. Around 6PM she began to get her second wind and wanted to, guess what, sleep over a friend?s house. I said, ?No.? More pouting, more attitude, more TV and more telephone.
Mom arrives back home Saturday evening, around 7:30PM, after having flown across the Atlantic and six time zones She fell asleep early on and woke up with me the following morning at around 6:30. We were planning on a leisurely Sunday. Well, lil? Mary wakes up around 10:30AM and immediately jumps on the telephone and makes her plans for the day. Mind you, these plans don?t include lifting a finger around the house, or helping mom or me in any way. They do include, however, going to the mall and the movies with some friends. Mom said, sure, you can go out. First, though, you need to clean your bathroom and bedroom. Ten minutes later, ten minutes, she announced she was done and would we please hurry because her friends were waiting and give me ten dollars.
This led to a blowout with mom. The bottom line is, she got her way and went out for the day, didn?t do spit around the house, again, and my wife was left crying because of the way this little POS treats us. Lil? Mary returned home just in time to see my wife leaving to work another ten hour flight, this time to South America.
I could go on and on. But, I hope, you get the point. In the meantime I need to get back to work and earn a buck because lil? Mary ain?t cheap. She has her Middle School Prom coming up next week. Guess who paid for her gown, the seamstress, and the limo? And who will be paying for the hair stylist the night before? Oh, yeah, her dance lesson bill is due for the month. Cheerleading starts in July, got to pay for that, too. Damn, I almost forgot, I have a $185 dental bill sitting on my desk because lil? Mary needed some work done on her chompers.
So, please, stop your self pitying and your whining and take a look at yourself in the mirror. I dare say the root of the problem is staring back at you. And, if you genuinely hate dad, do yourself a favor: get the hell out of his house and make it on your own.