Today was a great day. We signed the contract on our hopefully soon-to-be new house. We handed over the earnest money and went to Lowe's and got a stainless steel fridge, range, and dishwasher, with all accessories, for less than $1500 delivered/installed. We also have 6 months to pay it off interest-free. It was confirmed that my lazy, sleep-on-the-job (literally), bitch about everything co-worker is working on getting canned very soon. That means better opportunity to get more money for my coming raise.
So what could go wrong? A slammed door in my face and a silent treatment from none other than my father. All because my wife was in a hurry to get to work and didn't bring our son over to let him see him off. I would have rather him get to see him off, but it isn't a necessary ritual. It actually bothered me a bit that my wife was so quick out the door. But I reluctantly followed about 15 feet behind her, opened the glass screen door, started to walk out, and turned around to shut the door, only to see it getting slammed in my face. No exaggeration on the slamming. I swear it shook the house. We came home after all the great news in the first paragraph and started telling my mom about everything that happened while she had a few moments with our son. He sat in his chair 10 feet away ignoring absolutely everything that was going on.
It wasn't an isolated case. On new years we had a poker game and my dad couldn't win a lick. I beat him one hand, he got pissed off, and threw all of his chips at me. The poker game ended abruptly after that. Later that night, he came upstairs to "apologize" to me. His way of apologizing was telling me, "you know I wasn't upset with you, right?" The sad part is, he was a good father up until I got out of high school.
I'm just frustrated at this point. I can't vent to anyone. Everyone thinks my dad is an *******, and I can't say I disagree much anymore. He's not a bad guy, but he does nothing to help his case. He's not a drunk, doesn't have gambling issues, wasn't an absentee father, or anything like that. I want to say he's just too prideful, and has some insecurity with how well my wife and I are doing for ourselves. Hell, he might even be depressed. No clue.
What I do know is that I don't want to have to tell my son years after my father's passing that he wasn't quite the man he remembered him as. I still remember plain as day hearing those exact same words from my father about my grandfather. They were true, too, but that made them no easier to digest.
I can't wait to get out of this house and I'm so glad there's a light at the end of the tunnel now. The stress of living here has been almost unbearable. Cockroaches are starting to sound like a vacation.
Sorry for the rant. I literally have no other place to vent since there are no neutral parties that I can really talk to. I just wish he could put the petty **** to the side and show some sort of interest in the fact that we are making a huge step in our lives.