I (31y/o m) yelled at my dad (81y/o I live with him, but I've only lived with him for the past year, before that Ihad little to no relationshipto him) today.
This is written by voice to text. Mostly. Done if it is just me being bad at typing. It's unedited and raw. I just need to put it somewhere.
Yelled yelled at my dad i did. He yelled loud first. Then I did.
I texted him recently and said that I wanted to talk more.
He tried to wiggle his way out of it. I started to quit smoking, just using gum and Zyns and exercise. I'm struggling. I need lots of support.
He told me he was ready to chat. He got the original letter that he sent me proposing the idea for me to come live with him. He asked me how I experienced receiving that letter. I told him: "the letter was given to ginger. Ginger held onto it for a couple of weeks before I was able to get it from her when she told me that she had a letter from dad. I didn't care.I thought to myself.Well, she's either gonna give it to me.Eventually when she sees me, or she's not the next time I saw her.She didn't have it.She had it at her house.She said, can you come to my house to come?Get it I said no. The next time I saw ginger, she had it. She gave me a big yellow envelope and I i opened it, and saw that there was a packet of something or other in it.There was lots of papers among the papers.I flipped through and found a five dollar bill.I took the five dollar bill and I put it in my pocket.And then I put the papers away, not having read them back into the envelope, and I put the envelope somewhere and forgot about it. Basically just discarded."
I told my dad also that I eventually read the papers, " when I read the papers, I thought of this idea that you proposed, and I thought there's no way. So this guy hasn't really been there for me, my whole life. And then all of a sudden, i'm just gonna go move my whole life to go to him. To go back to school? I don't think so."
Then I told him, " i talked to my mom about it and she said, well, I think you should just go and I thought about it for a long time. I started talking to you more dad. I started texting you more and you told me a lot of your thoughts and you propose that I go visit you in october for a couple of days and get to know you and olga, a little bit better.And see how I feel."
I told him, " after that trip coming home from that trip?I also thought it's out of the question.I'm not going to move to maryland my dad doesn't even understand that he abused my mom.I have eight other accounts that say that he did."
He told me, "I wasn't expecting that kind of answer"
I told him, "more negative than you were expecting?"
He said, "majorly" and then started yelling, getting real mad and pitiful. Saying that his wife and family left him. He was abandoned. Not the other way around. He thinks that he did what was right and his wife was wrong to leave him. He said he was never abusive. Abuse leaves bruises. (This whole dialog was at volume level 10 with a very angry tone and littered with fuck and shit and other profanities that suggested that he's pissed)
I scream at him, making sure to be twice as loud as him and twice as angry as him, "well when you yell, it has an effect on other people" slamming my fists into the couch, " how do you think that I feel right now? If you have a wife and you are yelling, and she has asked you to stop. And tries to talk to you, and you yell, that is abuse.You are not listening to her. When you yell at someone, their heart rate goes up. Their breathing, they feel nervous. They feel unsafe, you are putting them in a position that they don't want to be in, and that over time is abuse."
He eventually admitted that maybe it is abuse. It took a long time tho. We talked a lot, yelled a lot more and got mad a lot more, for a long time.
It was amazing, sometimes scary. Definitely I wanted cigarettes, but I didn't. I chiewed nic gum.