This one is going out to all the family members and anyone else in the world who thinks I'm a little bitch for posting mean things about my dad on Facebook. Let me give you a glance into my life the last year and then you can determine that I'm not being bitchy, I'm just being realistic.
Background: My senior year of high school, my dad developed epilepsy. We aren't sure what caused it or why it started to develop then, but all it has done is take my family's life and put it on a downward slope towards hell.
He has not worked in close to a year (I've honestly lost track but it's been a damn long time), and due to his lack of a job right now, he sits. At home every day, all day in front of the TV, doing nothing to contribute to the welfare of the house or the family for that matter.
My mom works full time, and I work two jobs plus go to school, yet it is up to us to figure out the bills, buy the groceries, cook the meals, clean the house, and do the laundry. My sister will do things when she is told what to do, but my dad continues to just sit. Notice a theme here?
Then when my dad did win a bid for a job, and it didn't work out, he lied to my uncles about working, and now they don't even talk to me. I went from seeing my aunt and uncle in town almost every weekend to never even hearing from them because of something my dad did. Not very fair to my mom, sister, and I huh? But does he care, no. Because if he did care, he would do something about it. He would apologize to my uncles, or tell them not to stop seeing my sister, my mom, and I because he chose to lie to them.
Is it his fault he got epilepsy? No. Is it his fault Tyson is being screwy about finding him a job? No. But, he has all the capabilities to do things to help around this house and not sit 24/7 watching crappy TV shows. My mom, sister, and I bust our butts to make sure things are done right, and while we are running around sweating and working hard, it wouldn't take you very long to find my dad, sitting in his chair not helping.
