My dad and I have had a pretty rough relationship recently; since I first moved back in with my parents last March. I've gotten vibes that he has some kind of issue with FI - although FI hasn't mentioned noticing it, and I'm obviously not going to - and it feels like all he ever says to me is some complaint about how I've failed as an adult or screwed up something or lost something of his or something.
Well, today, I got fed up. I spoke to him twice today - once on the phone when I got chewed out for the mess my sister made making a cake last night, and once after I got home when he demanded to know what I'd done with a roll of packing tape that he SWORE he'd seen in my hands last night. Last night I went upstairs to bed at six and didn't touch any tape. So I got fed up of feeling like a punching bag, and I cussed him out. Told him not to talk to me until he could be nice, and when he kept on I told him to "fucking leave me the hell alone".
He then tells me to go upstairs or somewhere out of my mom's bedroom where I'm visiting with her for a bit. I got even more pissed off, so I went upstairs and shut myself in FI and my bedroom.
Ten minutes later my mom calls me and says to come down, so I did. She asks if I can keep an important secret, and I think, oh god what's wrong, who is dying.
He picked up our first wedding present today. I was a total bitch to him (although frankly he's been asking for it for WEEKS) and he picked up our first wedding present. Something that cost at least $450, since my mom deposited that much into his account to help him pay for it.
You guys. I'm fucking crying. All I want is for him to be the dad he was when I was living in Auburn. I felt like I could go to him for anything then. I don't want him to buy us something ridiculously expensive. I just want my dad.