Syreth wrote:I'm so glad to hear that you're feeling more at peace about your church situation. It sounds like it's definately a good thing that you have some resolve about it. I must say, your father's opinion of non-denominational churches is disappointing, as with his actions and attitude towards your family. I'll be praying for your family, that God would get ahold of your dad. Even the most stubborn of people have a hard time ignoring God (i.e. Saul on the road to Damascus).
As for your fatigue, my friend spends excessive time on the computer for his education, and he says that dark color schemes help a lot. Bright colors cause a lot of strain on your eyes. I dunno if that helps or not. I'll be praying for you!
Hmm...*tones down brightness*...hmm that seems to help
Unfortunately, I'm afraid I'll have to say that today things were no better.
While I was out shopping with my parents today, my father and I had a nasty verbal fight. This is the paraphrased/summarized version, but to the best of my knowledge and memory this is how things went down:
NOTE: Things in parentheses are thoughts I was thinking at the time.
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Me: I went looking around in that thrift store and I found this doll.
(He's probably going to ask why) The reason why I got it is because I've heard about the company who makes them getting sued and this is the only one I've seen.
(Oh heck it was only $4).
Mom: *nodding head in interest*
Dad: When are you going to quit playing with those dolls?
Me: [neutral]Ha, never! Dolls are my hobby just like cars are your hobby...[*in the most assertive, calm, non-"sarcastic/mean" way possible*]...and everytime you all [him and his family] mention it it irritates me.
**things get blurry at this point, but going by how the conversation progressed I think he said something negative about me being 20 or something. Very quickly things got intense. He started to see that I was challenging him and in turn his aggressive behavior made me very upset and defensive**
Me: I could be out there doing bad things but no-- you're worried about me "playing" with dolls. So what would you rather have me do? "Playing" with dolls or out on the streets selling drugs, doing drugs, drinking, prostituting myself, stripping in night clubs--
Dad: [*and I'm guessing, hoping, praying that he said this out of anger:*]--well I rather have you out doing drugs!
Why you always got to be smart with everything you say!?--
Me:--[*voice shaking*]I'm not trying to be smart-mouthed or sarcastic or mean all the time. All I'm trying to do is express my feelings in a way that I get through in these situations because you always have a problem with everything I do EVERYTHING
--
Dad: You always complaining about what other people got but you can't stand to hear about yourself!--
(**Right now I'm thinking
"ha, I'm the one with the problem??!" at this point we're parked in a space at the department store**)
Me:--ok gimme one example
Dad: I can name plenty!
--
Me: Well give me
one--
[**I can't remember what he said here so he probably didn't say anything, at least not that I remember**]
Me: I won't know what I'm doing wrong until you tell me so name ONE...[slience]...you want me to name one? Okay, does the time that I wrote my aunt [*name withheld*] a letter about my socks count??[*exits car*]
Dad: [*with his lame arguments*] These people are trying to show you about life!!--
Me:--WHAT DOES MY
BLUE SOCKS
ALL THE WAY DOWN ON
MY FEET HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH LIFE??!
[**now he's saying--barking--something in response but I was so worked up I don't even know what he said. All I know is that it upsetted me enough to slam the car door and storm into the department store. As I stormed off I heard:**]
Dad: You slam that door again and you'll be walking home I know that!!
[**home is 30 minutes away**]
Me: [in my head, altho I was close to responding]
(Walking home?? HA! If it means going back to live under the same roof as you I don't want to go back home!! )
~~~
I had to go in the store with tears on my face, on the verge of breaking down. Immediately I went to the toy section, partly to attempt to carry on with my browsing and partly to make a point that no matter how many people have a problem with my harmless interests that I will continue to buy dolls for as long as I have the desire to do so.
I found myself so upset, with bad thoughts running through my head, I had to go off in an empty aisle and start praying to God, praying that He'll calm me down and that the next time I saw my father I wouldn't say (or worse, do) anything harmful. I prayed that the Holy Spirit would be a guard to my mouth, because there were so many things I was thinking that I wanted to say to my dad, things that may have done more damage than good.
After a while (and after being reunited with mom) I eventually met back up with my father. Mom's presence and off-topic chats helped me to stay calm and put my mind on the merchandise. But my father and I still didn't say anything to each other. I never bothered to look him in the face to see if he ever attempted eye contact, but it was because I was still upset at him and not fearful. I tried to make that a point by remaining in close contact, yet I still didnt make eye contact.
The whole ordeal happened around 5:30-6pm today. We haven't said anything to each other since. Even after we got home and I was putting up the groceries in the refrigerator, blocking the way with the door, somehow he managed to squeeze his way by without saying a word. When I saw this, it caused a flare to erupt again; he was too mad to even ask to get by! I cut my eyes at him but I said nothing. Mom was on the side and tried to calm me down with "that's alright." He didn't even bother to make his routine checks back here in my room to see what I was doing.
Well, he's up in the den sleep now, and I'm glad: that way I won't have to worry about him when I pass through to the kitchen
.