Painful dinner with my dad and mom tonight, as usual.
He started lecturing on crepes, then on bread in general... I didn't even nod. I ate without even listening. I was hoping for him to ask me how I was doing for once, but he didn't. He kept on teaching us something about each item that was on the table.
That's only because we didn't ask him any questions, as we usually do and as he expects us to do. Like about politics which is his job. In the past 10 years, we've spent 90% of dinners talking about politics: which means listening to his lecture about politics. But today I asked him no questions, so he started a random lecture, on crepes, bread, and other items on the table, waiting for a better subject to preach on.
After I got done eating, pretty fast, I said "ok, I am done, I'm going...". And my mom said "is there something bothering you...?". And I said "yeah, you're talking about bread". Then I went into the kitchen and brought my dish, and, as I was washing it, she came and said "come back, we'll talk about what you want".
I told her "no one cares about what I think and how I'm doing". She said "no, it's because you don't talk". And I said "when I do, no one looks interested". She said "yes, I care to know". And I said "obviously I am not talking about you but about him. He just cares to give his lectures".
Then she said "come on, we can try...". And I said "no, it's hopeless... forget it". And I came into my room.
Pretty painful to live (as I said yesterday) with a dad who only cares to show you how much he knows about the world and doesn't give a crap about what you think and what you do, and if you ever try to tell him, he doesn't show any interest, belittles you, or uses anything you say as an excuse to resume his lecture.
It's so painful, emotionally, to have a parent who dominates the family, especially my mom, and who doesn't show any empathy nor interest in anyone but himself. Yes, he took care of the family, but only financially. Our physical well-being was taken care of. Our brains and minds do not exist as far as he's concerned. We're just treated as his students: only good for listening to him and learning from him.
Well, **** him then. I'll leave the dinner table as soon as I am done eating.
The less time I spend with him, the less I will hurt myself by overtrading, by scratching my head, by complaining. Having to put up with things you don't like is what causes frustration, and this type of frustration is what causes me to overtrade.
Anyway, tomorrow they're leaving so I won't be seeing them for a while. They ruined my few days off from work. And by "they" I pretty much always mean "he". But I resent her as well because she never allied with me to make him change. She's has a "dependent personality" disorder. And he's a control freak with a narcissistic personality disorder. Two sick people who ruined their and my life.