Holy shit.
So today was, on average, fucking awful. For reasons I'm sure you can understand, I do not like spending time with someone who thinks that my (hidden from him) feelings are worthy of me going to hell / worth being mentally broken into giving up / straight up approached with violence.
My little brother, who has openly shared similar feelings to my dad has been visiting. You can imagine how this colours my feelings about him as well.
Well dad decided he wants to go to the tech museum place with my lil brother and everyone. A museum that we've been told many times isn't worth it / is mostly exhibits for children. I said I didn't want to go, and then mom guilted me into doing it (comparing me not going ruining family time just like dad getting into random horrible arguments as ruining family time, BLEH). So I went.
Apparently everything there was horrible leftist propaganda. The IMAX movie on aquatic life in the south pacific, which touted such ideas as "Hey, maybe fishing something to extinction is a bad idea" and "maybe we shouldn't blow up the coral reefs" and "maybe other cultures can be cool" was apparently 'brainwashing for children'. As were all the other exhibits, things that talked about evolution, space, and music. The music stuff wasn't labelled propaganda, my dad just insisted he could do everything that they did but super better.
Lil brother wasn't bad, he was just a bit annoying as he does sometimes. There was some game with marbles that we don't think was supposed to be done competitively, but we did and played to a draw. In that he was about to win and I prevented him from moving by holding my side locked in place despite that not letting me get closer to winning because NOOOooooo
Erm, anyway. He totally actually won, but don't tell him that.
So we got home, dad got drunk, and then started to insult all of us, and talk more about how the left is evil while shouting at us to play games, then insulting the games we play, and also berating us. Gets to the point where I just can't even handle it any more and LITERALLY sneak away and hide until he decides that after his idea of us all going to a bar to get more booze (lil brother can't legally drink...) was shot down, he'd just go get a huge tub of ice cream to eat by himself.
Not kidding.
So I come out of hiding, and lil brother finds me and sees if I still wanna play, I say I'm not feeling good trying to pretend to be sick, but long story short instead I somehow end up coming out of the closet as I just can't contain sharing right fucking then and now why I think dad is such a piece of shit. In retrospect, if I was any more stable, I wouldn't have told him, for reasons of him parroting those views as far as I could see.
Turns out that it's not so much as parroting, as just echoing it so he doesn't have to deal with dad. He's not LGBT himself, but he's in favour of it, even showing me his twitter as proof. A twitter he hides from dad. He was open, accepting, and loving and over the course of that chat I went from crying from stress and anger to crying from surprise to crying from er... not happiness exactly but damn it felt good to have someone else in my family accept me. Like holy shit
Now, he still has an opportunity to flip the table and ruin things for me, but he also came out with a secret of his own to me that dad wouldn't approve of... so... yeah I think we may actually be good.
I normally hate hanging out with him 90% of because of what he felt and 10% of him being a tool from time to time.
...
We may fucking bond over this. Damn.
Anyway, so that's basically been my day.
So today was, on average, fucking awful. For reasons I'm sure you can understand, I do not like spending time with someone who thinks that my (hidden from him) feelings are worthy of me going to hell / worth being mentally broken into giving up / straight up approached with violence.
My little brother, who has openly shared similar feelings to my dad has been visiting. You can imagine how this colours my feelings about him as well.
Well dad decided he wants to go to the tech museum place with my lil brother and everyone. A museum that we've been told many times isn't worth it / is mostly exhibits for children. I said I didn't want to go, and then mom guilted me into doing it (comparing me not going ruining family time just like dad getting into random horrible arguments as ruining family time, BLEH). So I went.
Apparently everything there was horrible leftist propaganda. The IMAX movie on aquatic life in the south pacific, which touted such ideas as "Hey, maybe fishing something to extinction is a bad idea" and "maybe we shouldn't blow up the coral reefs" and "maybe other cultures can be cool" was apparently 'brainwashing for children'. As were all the other exhibits, things that talked about evolution, space, and music. The music stuff wasn't labelled propaganda, my dad just insisted he could do everything that they did but super better.
Lil brother wasn't bad, he was just a bit annoying as he does sometimes. There was some game with marbles that we don't think was supposed to be done competitively, but we did and played to a draw. In that he was about to win and I prevented him from moving by holding my side locked in place despite that not letting me get closer to winning because NOOOooooo
Erm, anyway. He totally actually won, but don't tell him that.
So we got home, dad got drunk, and then started to insult all of us, and talk more about how the left is evil while shouting at us to play games, then insulting the games we play, and also berating us. Gets to the point where I just can't even handle it any more and LITERALLY sneak away and hide until he decides that after his idea of us all going to a bar to get more booze (lil brother can't legally drink...) was shot down, he'd just go get a huge tub of ice cream to eat by himself.
Not kidding.
So I come out of hiding, and lil brother finds me and sees if I still wanna play, I say I'm not feeling good trying to pretend to be sick, but long story short instead I somehow end up coming out of the closet as I just can't contain sharing right fucking then and now why I think dad is such a piece of shit. In retrospect, if I was any more stable, I wouldn't have told him, for reasons of him parroting those views as far as I could see.
Turns out that it's not so much as parroting, as just echoing it so he doesn't have to deal with dad. He's not LGBT himself, but he's in favour of it, even showing me his twitter as proof. A twitter he hides from dad. He was open, accepting, and loving and over the course of that chat I went from crying from stress and anger to crying from surprise to crying from er... not happiness exactly but damn it felt good to have someone else in my family accept me. Like holy shit
Now, he still has an opportunity to flip the table and ruin things for me, but he also came out with a secret of his own to me that dad wouldn't approve of... so... yeah I think we may actually be good.
I normally hate hanging out with him 90% of because of what he felt and 10% of him being a tool from time to time.
...
We may fucking bond over this. Damn.
Anyway, so that's basically been my day.
