Broken Communication
I shattered my phone. Put a good hole in the dishwasher too.
Dad called mad at Mom. Not unusual except I knew this was going to happen. Saw it coming months ago. I tried to intervene too.
The phone call was the epitome of my relationship with my parents.
My Mom told me that she was going on vacation and that her new boyfriend was going to watch my little brother. I asked her if she told my Dad. She said no. I said you better or he will be angry. This conversation was about two months ago.
So I knew sometime this weekend I would get this angry call from my Dad. After working 8 to 8 it was tonight.
Thing is I am in complete agreement with him. As I was with most things through the divorce. He has valid points. He has a right to be angry. But instead of dealing with it in a productive, positive way he would rather blow up his world. And I can’t stand for that. I told him I don’t like answering the phone when he gets this angry and acts this way. He makes threats about what he is going to do next because she made him do it. Which is such flawed logic no matter how angry you are.
But what pisses me off is he calls me to blow off steam and when I give him constructive criticism like “don’t call her relatives because all it will do is make you look like a a crazy, angry man unable to control your emotions” he gets angry at me.
What he misses is that I am in complete agreement. She should have called him. I begged her to. This is about the 100th time I have asked her to take my Dad’s emotional state into consideration and perhaps selfishly my own. Because I am the one he calls when he gets angry or sad like this. And it makes me very angry and sad too.
I guess at 29 I shouldn’t care too much about my parents actions. But there is something inside me that keeps on thinking “when are you two going to grow up?”
It isn’t like one’s actions are worse than the other. They both are equally insensitive to everyone involved, or at least to me (I make assumptions for my brothers that I should not).
I am absolutely at a point where the only reason I communicate with my parents is out of a weird sense of duty.
I don’t know what to do, what I can do. I just feel indifferent towards everything. I think that is the result of all this. Indifference towards life in general. Probably why I get up, work and live like a zombie.

