The past days has been total disappointment. I did not intend to write about it but what the heck, I might get over it and probably take it off my chest if I write about it.
Two days ago, my father’s pet dog bit someone. The scary part is that the dog is not even vaccinated. The disappointing part is that my father refused to shoulder the expenses (for anti-rabies shots) a disappointment I will carry with me for long.
I may be the most opinionated, stubborn and harsh in the family but I sure know my ground. People’s lives are not to be toyed with. I know I have a responsibility to my community and to the world, not just to my family. Having a pet is a huge responsibility. If you don’t love dogs you should not have one. Feeding the pet is not even half caring. Only if this community cares so much, what they (father and step-mom) are doing is cruelty. They only feed the pets whenever they remember. Does that even sound right?
I can rant forever about everything wrong with their practices but I have rest my case. It’s difficult to teach old dogs new tricks. Or force a spoonful of good manners and values, shove it to their mouths. I was really mad with them turning their backs on the person, but I can’t turn mine. I shouldered the expenses for a responsibility that is not even mine. I sure can find the money elsewhere but I can’t buy life anywhere. I can’t wait to be out of here and take this family out of the equation. I wish he’d (father) also stop taking credits for something he didn’t do or give, like spending money for our education. What the, we studied at public schools and worked our asses off to college. Also, he was an absentee father half of my life busy looking for someone to take the responsibility off his shoulders and so he can find a wife and we can call her mother. Mothers are irreplaceable. Sure mine is one and only.
I moved here with high hopes of patching things up with my father and his family. But they have long followed the road to selfishness and trickery. Like they would lie to someone, and tell someone else a different story. It’s not my game and it’s not how I live my life. I don’t look at a person for how much wealth they have. I care less if I am talking to a millionaire or a homeless. If your heart is with gold or mud, that makes all the difference. Now, looking back I feel sad realizing that my father has no principles, no values in life and no character and worst I am not sure if he is worth saving or if there is still time in saving him. So many times he’s proven me how selfish he can be and so many times I’ve given it a chance. But toying with people’s lives, lying about it and caring too much for money is way too much bullshit.
I am sorry dear God. He is my father but he did not act one when he needed to. I pray that you enlighten him. We are blood related, yes, and that is the only thing we have in common. I don’t even have his blood type, coincidentally.