Well, the trip was an all around good one. The best that I have ever had going to Las Vegas. Just one bad thing happened. My dad wanted me to drive on the way to Kansas City because that is where we were going to get on a plane to go to Las Vegas. My dad has always driven. My mom will drive from time to time but it is kind of rare. My brother would never drive on trips even if my dad would throw a fit. I wish I had done the same thing.
So after I got off work my mom was there to pick us up as always. My dad had already gotten out there and was sitting in the back. So I figured that I would drive. I had no idea where I was going and had to have him help me. So everthing is okay. After about 45 minutes we stop at one of those turnpike rest areas and eat some Mcdonalds. I thought that I wasn't supposed to drive so I tried to get into the back like I always have done. Just to find out that my dad wants me to drive more. I guess that's okay so I start driving again.
I might be 19 but I have never driven outside of known routes to certain places that I know how to go. For instance: Dillions (grocery store), Quick trip, school, work and that's about it. I know that it is really lame. I should know how to get around my own town. But it's not like I have the time to go experiment getting around. My dad gets really pissed ever time that I mention that I don't know where to go so I don't ask because he will start yelling. I've tried to look at maps but it doesn't make any sense to me because I can't see what stores and scenery are around them like I would if I really were out there. So yeah, I guess I'm a disappointment when it comes to knowing my way around.
Anyway, so I start driving again back on the turnpike. My dad is in the back and my mom is sitting next to me. My dad likes it a lot when I drive because he trusts my driving he says. If my mom were to drive he always criticizes the way she does drive. She has only gotten into one car wreck before!!!! Oh well, my dad is a serious control freak.
My dad is in the back listening to MY ipod that he got as MY graduation gift. That is fine with me. I'm keeping my eyes on the road and paying attention to everything around me. Occasionally talking to my mom. So then my dad starts singing. stressed I'm distubed because for one thing he sings loud and obnoxiously and for another I'm trying to dive who knows where for the first time. Eventually my mom notices that I;m wincing every time that he starts spontaneously starting to sing. She asks me if it is bothering me. I'm like yeah, it kind of is. So she talks to my dad about is and he agrees not to sing. Or so I thought.
My dad still is breaking into song..."like a rock" blah blah blahishness. So everytime my mom looks back at him to remind him not to do that. After about ten minutes of this is when my dad completely loses it.
All of a sudden he starts screaming "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" And then keeps on with the obscenities and cursing of me and my mom. He is so loud that my ears are pounding. I was going at about 80 miles per hour when this happened. He basically called us both "jackasses" and such things that I won't repeat. Saying that he was just enjoying himself and that we were making him miserable. My mom was trying to keep him calm. He just wouldn't stop so, finally my mom was just like do you want us to pull over? He said " YES, PULL THE DAMN F****** CAR OVER!" So I did that, in the middle of the highway on the side of the road. He keeps on saying things like unbelievable. I get out of the car to switch with him. He gets out and slams the door and it really looked like he was going to hit me again in front of all of those speeding cars going by. He screams at me to get in the car. I;m trying to calm him down and the only way to do that is to get his attention by yelling right back at him. But when He loses it like that I can't keep a level tone of voice. Which just makes it worse. But if you don't try it will get worse also. So basically my mom was just trying to tell him that the only reason we didn't want him singing is because he was distracting and scaring me. Which was true.
That didn't matter, it's apparently always a conspiracy. He said that we were just doing it to make him miserable. By then I had given up and was crying. That did not matter. He got a little calmer and was saying things like Unbelievable, and I live with jackasses. And that we were just trying to make him miserable. That I should remeber that he can yell louder than I can.
So once again my dad made us all miserable just because he thought he was being challenged. I really wish that I could move out, but I have no idea where to go or what to do. But even if I did, I couldn't leave my mom.
My dad has hit me more than on one occasion and has hit my mom once that I know. That was back when they first got married. But he hasen't hit me in a long time. Just threatened to do so. I don't really know what to do.
 Jaded Tatersalad · Thu Jul 20, 2006 @ 09:47pm · 1 Comments |
