>>51286I know you're simply pretending to be me and find this funny, but this is not really the reason I dislike my father. If there was one word to describe my father, it would be arrogance. He is the perfect example of arrogance. He is a pest, who acts as if he is superior to people, people to whom in reality he is no different from, or even worse than (which is usual.) He always wants to do things his own way, but his own way is one that no reasonable man would ever follow. He demands respecr from me and many others, yet I cannot see any reason why this disturbed and sad man would deserve my respect. Disturbed… That's also a good way to describe him. He is disturbed. He has some problem with his own family, not me and my mom, but won't speak. He has some problem with me, but won't speak. He has some problem with seemingly fucking everything, but will not speak. He refuses to talk. He refuses to open up. He never talks about anything at all. In my whole life I would doubt it if he has said over a thousand sentences to me, which is quite little for your own son. About the family statement earlier, he doesn't let me go to my grandparents from his side of the family, because he has some problem with them? He thinks they have some vendetta against him, spoiler: they don't, and he just expects things. He expects things to be given to him, but does not ask. He expects things to be told to him, but does not imitate the conversation. He just expects everyone to tell him whatever the fuck important information and just let him do nothing. He has started unnecessarily punishing me, which is just comical. He is a man who demands respect but does naught to earn it, he has done nothing that will earn my respect. And I know that what he wants is my respect, my admiration. He wants me to be scared of him, which would be a complete reverse of the current situation. Whenever he is talking to me, the topic of death is on his mind. He always says "Don't look at me like you want to kill me!" or "Don't talk to me like you want to kill me." He is scared of me. He fears me. If he tries to hit me and I raise my guard up, he gets unnecessarily mad, clearly he does not have enough brain capacity to understand why I would commence an action like that but that's unreasonable even for him… And I do not treat him especially harsh, nor am I especially mean towards him. I talk to him the same as I do to everyone else, but nobody else has ever said to me that I look at them like I want to kill them, or that I talk aggressively, or that I even behave remotely aggressively. It's just one man… I do not fear this man, whom calls himself my father, he cannot hurt me. He is a bewildered and disturbed man. A man like this does not deserve my respect, nor does he deserve anyone else's. He takes my computer away for barely any reason, even though he bought it so that I could use it… But, I don't actually struggle with this. I am not an addict to the computer, I can entertain myself in many other ways. In fact, when he takes away my computer, what I fear is not his wrath, not his power, not his will, what I fear most above all is the possibility that Woot may demote me for being inactive. I feel indebted to Woot. He is a good man, a very respectable man, a man whom I admire, very much unlike my father. If I were to choose between whom I respect more, my father or Alexander Whiteingale, I do not find it far fetched to say I would choose Alexander Whiteingale. The only feature my father possesses that I would call remotely respectable is, although it's not really a feature but something he has done for me, is that he has shown me what a weak man is like. He has shown me what a man should aspire to not be like. That is the one thing I am thankful for from him.