You can think about it this way. Growing up i came home every single day after school. No play dates, no siblings or cousins around... So i pretty much grew up really isolated, of course school (of which i hated) i loved. I was picked on, racially. For the shape of my face, even picked on other kids once i was in a "clique" that picked on another kid more sorry lookin' then me. That was elementary school. Junior high school things are looking up everywhere, hormones are ablaze but i dont get any attention, wind up cutting class to pay at a video arcade somewhere, even got beat up one day because of it, purely wrong place wrong time and was racially motivated. They were looking for a group of asians, (im native american and japanese) that ran into the arcade that i was just coming out of and then, i just got bombarded by 12 or 14 kids a few years younger than me.
It didn't help that me and those 3 kids were wearing the same winter coat... My point is this. At your age, i came home new years eve (actually day) totally shit faced. Luckily for me, cutting class served its purpose and i was a fry cook with friends in the kitchen who i got loaded with. No one got hurt, i did get home safe that night, it was busy that night too so it was a good celebration.
Anyway i get home, and its 4 in the morning, my mom on the couch and my dad even more drunk than i am. he probably saw me taking a 4 minute nap on the way home half a block down... I was shit, faced. She's mad at me, and he suddenly decides to become he man and dukes it out with me. He ended up trashing my room and all my shit and i ended up, literally kicking him away from me.
What my dad and i learned that day. We weren't so different. Nearly same lives, just i wasn't married and had to raise a family. I shame my mom and my dad today, im clearly not your age.
Think about what your father is doing as a form of discipline. If it were anywhere else, east la or manhattan ny or something like that, having a cocky attitude will get you absolutely no where. Your dad in a way is teaching you respect by making you shower him with it. Maybe its harsh, but its not like hes literally abusing you is he? Cause then you should punch him in the face and stab him the eye to tell him that you fucking mean it... (i dont want to say i have an imagination but, there is so much you can do with you are wrought in emotion)
Im sure it hasn't gotten to that point. Take this as an experience that you dealt with shit from your dad before and hopefully in your adult life, you want be a pussy but you'll stand up for yourself when you have to, and you are gonna know when you need to.
We always get beat up though, here and there in some form. I think your dad, really likes you. If he really wanted you to be submissive i think (and certainly hope not) your post would have gone in a much different direction. Hope this auto biography of my life helps
I don't get it, is my dad training his kids to be submissive?
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You can think about it this way. Growing up i came home every single day after school. No play dates, no siblings or cousins around... So i pretty much grew up really isolated, of course school (of which i hated) i loved. I was picked on, racially. For the shape of my face, even picked on other kids once i was in a "clique" that picked on another kid more sorry lookin' then me. That was elementary school. Junior high school things are looking up everywhere, hormones are ablaze but i dont get any attention, wind up cutting class to pay at a video arcade somewhere, even got beat up one day because of it, purely wrong place wrong time and was racially motivated. They were looking for a group of asians, (im native american and japanese) that ran into the arcade that i was just coming out of and then, i just got bombarded by 12 or 14 kids a few years younger than me.
It didn't help that me and those 3 kids were wearing the same winter coat... My point is this. At your age, i came home new years eve (actually day) totally shit faced. Luckily for me, cutting class served its purpose and i was a fry cook with friends in the kitchen who i got loaded with. No one got hurt, i did get home safe that night, it was busy that night too so it was a good celebration.
Anyway i get home, and its 4 in the morning, my mom on the couch and my dad even more drunk than i am. he probably saw me taking a 4 minute nap on the way home half a block down... I was shit, faced. She's mad at me, and he suddenly decides to become he man and dukes it out with me. He ended up trashing my room and all my shit and i ended up, literally kicking him away from me.
What my dad and i learned that day. We weren't so different. Nearly same lives, just i wasn't married and had to raise a family. I shame my mom and my dad today, im clearly not your age.
Think about what your father is doing as a form of discipline. If it were anywhere else, east la or manhattan ny or something like that, having a cocky attitude will get you absolutely no where. Your dad in a way is teaching you respect by making you shower him with it. Maybe its harsh, but its not like hes literally abusing you is he? Cause then you should punch him in the face and stab him the eye to tell him that you fucking mean it... (i dont want to say i have an imagination but, there is so much you can do with you are wrought in emotion)
Im sure it hasn't gotten to that point. Take this as an experience that you dealt with shit from your dad before and hopefully in your adult life, you want be a pussy but you'll stand up for yourself when you have to, and you are gonna know when you need to.
We always get beat up though, here and there in some form. I think your dad, really likes you. If he really wanted you to be submissive i think (and certainly hope not) your post would have gone in a much different direction. Hope this auto biography of my life helps