Okay, when my dad first got home, he was annoyed already that his dinner wasn't handed to him on a silver platter the instant he walked in the door.
So he starts on my mom about her weight with her being "overweight".. and then goes onto me and says I'm 350 pounds. Thank you, my ever so nice dad. My mom doesn't even look like she weighs 100 pounds, but to him, she's supposedly 250 pounds, I'm 350, and he's only 150. So I just tell him to stop, because his dinner was ready, and I asked him if he wanted to eat upstairs or downstairs. He told me to bring his plate upstairs, so I did... and while I did that, he was calling me names AGAIN. Gay, stupid-ass mother ****er, retard, anything he could think of. And my mom was in the living room watching TV while he did that. So when I got upstairs, I put his dish down on the table gently, and he came running upstairs screaming at me because I "threw it across the room, picked it back up, and put it all back on the plate" in five seconds. Wow. Pretty sure that's impossible to get 5 pounds of gravy, 8 slices of toast, which would fall apart if they "hit the wall", 6 pounds of mashed potatoes, everything freaking else onto a plate in FIVE SECONDS.
Then I have to go through him constantly breathing down my neck. I'm not allowed to have ANY privacy at all. If I'm in my room getting changed, he just decides to barge right in without knocking. If a door is shut, it's shut for a good reason.
He said he "wants to make sure I wasn't doing anything wrong."
All I have in my room is a dresser, a broken TV, and a bed. So what am I gonna do with those items?
Absolutely nothing whatsoever. Even if I somehow fixed my broken beyond repair TV, I wouldn't be able to do anything.
He goes through my school files constantly, reading my work for school. Now that just annoys me. Honestly.. I mean, come on, if it has the word private school files in it, does that mean he can just snoop right in it and read EVERY file I have for school? For one project for Art, I had to write my name on a piece of paper, and then color the paper... and he got annoyed at me for that. If my school says I have to do it, I have to do it.
Then he's trying to get me into football. Again. Like he does every year.
Okay, so Summit "wants me on their team"... I don't like football. He continues to bug me daily about it, and if I tell him to stop, he just CONTINUES IT.
The other day, he was screaming in my face, with my mom and sister both just standing there, letting him do whatever he wants.
Now, he could have freaking just done whatever he wanted... there was a pair of scissors next to him.....
Then, the next morning, he acts as if he did nothing wrong.