My aunt learned about the job stuff. Most of you have heard about the process I’ve gone through to get a job and things.
My aunt told my dad at dinner he needs to provide me transportation of some sort to my job. That he should be proud of me for getting a job. And so forth. Kind of the things that my mentor always tells me when I stumble in and talk to her about my life.
My father retorted that she didn’t know the whole story, and they started to argue.
It was a long argument, that ended up bringing up the divorce and my father’s choices. My aunt yelled that she wouldn’t let another parent in this family screw up their kid. My father yelled back that it wasn’t his choice to get divorced. My aunt told him that if he didn’t want to be a parent then he should have never made the decision to adopt children. My dad called my mother a trainwreck because she can’t have kids. My aunt told my dad that he should be proud of me because I am a gift from God (she’s very religous), and regardless of faith, I’m a good person.
My dad shouted no.
That’s when, embarrassingly enough, I started to cry (I’m a 19 going on 20 going on 8 year old). My dad left. My grandpa tried to hold my aunt back from hitting him, I think.
Once my dad was gone, my aunt, cousin, and I just talked for awhile. They tried to do a lot of talking me out of what my dad said about me in the argument I was just watching.
I learned tonight that I am the favorite in my family. That my dad talks about me all the time, is proud of me, loves me very much.
I had to learn this from a second party, however.