Ok, I'm not sure if it's just me over-reacting or not, so advice would be welcome. 
The problem is (again!) my dad.
His attitude towards his children is disgusting. He defers to my mum and is uber polite to her. However, he describes me and my sister as "them two." He snaps at us, and runs us down to other people, such as a cashier in the supermarket or a family friend, or even a relative. Just for the record, we have never been in trouble with the police, or brought any trouble to his door. He paints us as horrible children. I help round the house, I lend him money, and I refuse to argue with him. My sister's greatest crime is to argue back. That does not make her an "evil cow", as he recently described her.
He comes in from work, and never asks how we are. It's straight away "do my chair for me. Do this. Do that." He then has his tea cooked for him by us, and sits on his arse all night telling us to take his plates out, fetch him things, etc. No please or thank you. He speaks to us like dirt.
He has no interest in his kids either (even my mum has commented on this!) He doesn't know what subjects I am studying at Uni, and he knows nothing about either of us. When my mum tells him something about us, he'll say "I didn't know." She'll reply "because you're not interested." He then sighs and complains.
He's also got a drink problem. He comes home drunk every week, and is rude and obnoxious to everyone. We walk on eggshells around him. He even spoilt Christmas through drink. He drank a bottle of whisky, several beers and several glasses of wine. He then proceeded to vomit black stuff. Not content with that, he started a row with my mum, tried to slit his wrists, then staggered off to bed, leaving me and my mother to wash the dishes after we'd spent all morning cooking Christmas dinner.
His general attitude also is appalling. He's angry and spends most of his time getting ridiculously wound up over nothing. He bitches about my mother to everybody, yet is nice to her face. He speaks of his daughters as "them two" and bitches about us to complete strangers. He beats the dog. He cheats companies. He then says he's depressed yet won't seek medical help.
It's affecting me so much that I dread coming home. When he lets me know he's coming home, I sigh. I know that sounds awful, but he's making life miserable at home. Am I over-reacting to this?

The problem is (again!) my dad.
His attitude towards his children is disgusting. He defers to my mum and is uber polite to her. However, he describes me and my sister as "them two." He snaps at us, and runs us down to other people, such as a cashier in the supermarket or a family friend, or even a relative. Just for the record, we have never been in trouble with the police, or brought any trouble to his door. He paints us as horrible children. I help round the house, I lend him money, and I refuse to argue with him. My sister's greatest crime is to argue back. That does not make her an "evil cow", as he recently described her.
He comes in from work, and never asks how we are. It's straight away "do my chair for me. Do this. Do that." He then has his tea cooked for him by us, and sits on his arse all night telling us to take his plates out, fetch him things, etc. No please or thank you. He speaks to us like dirt.
He has no interest in his kids either (even my mum has commented on this!) He doesn't know what subjects I am studying at Uni, and he knows nothing about either of us. When my mum tells him something about us, he'll say "I didn't know." She'll reply "because you're not interested." He then sighs and complains.
He's also got a drink problem. He comes home drunk every week, and is rude and obnoxious to everyone. We walk on eggshells around him. He even spoilt Christmas through drink. He drank a bottle of whisky, several beers and several glasses of wine. He then proceeded to vomit black stuff. Not content with that, he started a row with my mum, tried to slit his wrists, then staggered off to bed, leaving me and my mother to wash the dishes after we'd spent all morning cooking Christmas dinner.
His general attitude also is appalling. He's angry and spends most of his time getting ridiculously wound up over nothing. He bitches about my mother to everybody, yet is nice to her face. He speaks of his daughters as "them two" and bitches about us to complete strangers. He beats the dog. He cheats companies. He then says he's depressed yet won't seek medical help.
It's affecting me so much that I dread coming home. When he lets me know he's coming home, I sigh. I know that sounds awful, but he's making life miserable at home. Am I over-reacting to this?

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[or since you seem to be British, Hogarth's 
) and I didn't know what I could do.
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