Yesterday I went for another breakfast with dad at The Black Swan. It had been almost two months since our last breakfast when I came unglued at him and gave him shit about things I do genuinely hate about him but also shouldn’t have bothered to bring up because it could only have gone badly (and did). This breakfast went much better. I still had to swallow my rage at one point and “choose happiness” as Jenn used to say (now I say it to her and it drives her nuts) when he took a phone call from a guy on the mainland selling an old trailer frame that dad wants to buy and turn into who knows what. I was annoyed that he was letting his breakfast get cold, that he was ignoring me, that he was visibly excited about buying more literal garbage (twice he said “no worries, I have tools” which I know means the trailer is fucking trash but he is going to happily pay way too much for it and go through a ridiculous amount of effort to go get it from the mainland and bring it home, only for it to sit in his yard and do nothing but rot because that’s what happens with all of the garbage he buys — this has been his modus operandi since I was a child and it’s why he has one acre and counting of pure trash), and that I was witnessing him amass more shit, so I started laying into him when he got off the phone. I asked why is buys more projects when he already has countless other projects languishing on the property and his response was “never mind, never mind…” That drove me nuts too because it’s not an answer, and he doesn’t have an answer and doesn’t care that he doesn’t have an answer. As an addict of garbage, all he cares about is getting more garbage, and I want him to face that fact so fucking badly. I pushed a little bit more and he gave me another “never mind…” and at that point I said to myself, “you have to stop this now, there is no point and you did this last time and it went badly,” so I stopped. And you know what? It didn’t feel good to stop. It was the right decision to make and I’m glad I did it but the closest feeling I can compare it to is blue balls. I hate being that crass but it’s true. I really do want to scream at him about this stuff, and not allowing myself to is so completely unsatisfying — if anyone ever tells you that you’ll feel better letting this kind of stuff go, I think they’re lying through their goddamn teeth. Maybe I’m more spiteful or negative than the average schlub — actually I suppose I definitely am, but whatever. I feel how I feel and that’s that.
Anyway, so I started to give him shit but I reined myself in and it was for the best. The rest of the breakfast was…fine. He went on his usual Grandpa Simpson tangents and I had to tell him to get back to the point, he moved his food around the plate ceaselessly and pointlessly like I fucking despise, he tried to charm the waitress with what he thought was his cleverness and she ran away as fast as she could, after 1.5 hours I said I had to get going but I still couldn’t get away from him until 2.5 hours because he always keeps starting new dumb boring topics he HAS to tell me about. All the usual stuff. But, at the end he told me he was going to miss me when Jenn and I move, and I’m not positive but I think he got a little teary-eyed then. That surprised me because he usually has great difficult showing emotions — for example, I don’t remember him ever telling me he loves me. I’ve even tested that by saying it to him occasionally just to see what his response is, and all he ever does is growl or say something like “hey it is what it is” and stand there limply while I hug him. It’s bizarre, especially considering I’m the miserable one. Anyway, that surprised me and was nice, even if I struggle to spend any time at all with him. Some kind of emotional instinct in me to want my family to care about me, despite having shit relationships with them. Ugh. That will be a complex knot to untangle eventually.
The food itself was pretty decent, btw. I had an omelette for the first time in about a decade, and liked it just fine.