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I know some wanted to know what happened with my dad this weekend and I can say it was pretty bad. Well, I'm fine - physically at least. That counts for something right?
Anyway, my dad started to discuss the situation in Palestine and with Israel and everything. Anyhow, my dad suddenly called my sister a rasist, because she asked a simple (sort of innocent childish) question why Israel didn't get enough and packed their bags. My dad, being pro-Israel, called my little 12-13 year old sister, a rasist and she's going through a tough time so she freaked. She started talking loud and crying her eyes out.
My dad started to scream back, using threatening gestures and stone cold voice to make her go back to her room. We all knew what was coming; me, my sister and I even think dad knew. My little sister refused. My dad ran up to her, she started running from him. Dad caught up with her, grabbed her arms hard and she struggled as dad almost dragged her across the room. Then he stopped at the end of the stairs and just threw her up the stairs (and they have this bendy stairs so she could very well have hit her head really really seriously). He really hurt her and he just went... psychotic. I haven't been that scared since the last time, last summer when he had a breakout like this.
Just... the look in his eyes. He shouldn't be allowed to have children. My whole body was shaking and I sent him the most vemon looking glares I could give him, as I always do when I get scared and I screamed to him that if he ever behaved like this again, I would be gone. My dad is rough and well... He was spooky and the bigggest regret he had about that was (and I'm quoting): "My biggest regret about this that I actually got so mad that I started cursing. That- that was a lowpoint. Huge disapppointment for me."
Then another couple of lovely words he threw out afterwards... well those I posted two entries ago. So he physically hurt my sister, although she didn't hit her head (thank God!), he scared the shit out of me and gave me even more mental issues as it is. And he's biggest regret is that he was cursing. Wonderful. Jackass.
I can't deal. I've been in pain and misery since the second I walked into that house and I'm just so happy that I'm back home now. I can't deal being there, I probably wont deal another day there. But I'll probably ignore it and go there next time I'm there - it's Father's Day. What a fucking joke.
kazatomic!!I know some wanted to know what happened with my dad this weekend and I can say it was pretty bad. Well, I'm fine - physically at least. That counts for something right?
Anyway, my dad started to discuss the situation in Palestine and with Israel and everything. Anyhow, my dad suddenly called my sister a rasist, because she asked a simple (sort of innocent childish) question why Israel didn't get enough and packed their bags. My dad, being pro-Israel, called my little 12-13 year old sister, a rasist and she's going through a tough time so she freaked. She started talking loud and crying her eyes out.
My dad started to scream back, using threatening gestures and stone cold voice to make her go back to her room. We all knew what was coming; me, my sister and I even think dad knew. My little sister refused. My dad ran up to her, she started running from him. Dad caught up with her, grabbed her arms hard and she struggled as dad almost dragged her across the room. Then he stopped at the end of the stairs and just threw her up the stairs (and they have this bendy stairs so she could very well have hit her head really really seriously). He really hurt her and he just went... psychotic. I haven't been that scared since the last time, last summer when he had a breakout like this.
Just... the look in his eyes. He shouldn't be allowed to have children. My whole body was shaking and I sent him the most vemon looking glares I could give him, as I always do when I get scared and I screamed to him that if he ever behaved like this again, I would be gone. My dad is rough and well... He was spooky and the bigggest regret he had about that was (and I'm quoting): "My biggest regret about this that I actually got so mad that I started cursing. That- that was a lowpoint. Huge disapppointment for me."
Then another couple of lovely words he threw out afterwards... well those I posted two entries ago. So he physically hurt my sister, although she didn't hit her head (thank God!), he scared the shit out of me and gave me even more mental issues as it is. And he's biggest regret is that he was cursing. Wonderful. Jackass.
I can't deal. I've been in pain and misery since the second I walked into that house and I'm just so happy that I'm back home now. I can't deal being there, I probably wont deal another day there. But I'll probably ignore it and go there next time I'm there - it's Father's Day. What a fucking joke.
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Date: 2005-10-30 08:05 pm (UTC)