I ran out of milk today and I was going to take the bus to the store, but I was making dinner. I called my parents just now and I asked to talk to my brother. I asked him if he'd be willing to get me some milk and he said "no, not really". Ok. Fine. I'll remember that when he wants a favour. So, I ask to talk to my dad. I can hear him say "I'm too tired to talk to her". So, he gets on the phone and rudely says "What?" I ask him if he can take me to the store to get some milk and he says "I'm too tired. I had a hard shift".

Yeah. Real f**ing nice you guys. I have sleep apnea, I'm tired all the time and yet, I still go out and do errands not only for myself, but for my family. I was so angry I said to my mom "I have a real nice family" and she said "that's sort of true. David (my brother) had a hard shift and has a headache" Aww. Muffin.

I'll remember this when someone else wants a favour.

I feel you. I am so irritated with my family. I recently left my husband and am now a single mom, so I have no choice but to rely on my dad. He is constantly pressuring me to look for work, even though he knows I haven't had a job in 3 years since I left my job to be a stay at home mom. Now I'm going back to school to get my degree, as well as some new experience for my resume. So I tell him this for the millionth time, and recommend he bitch at my fat lazy brother who has no interest in doing anything else in his life aside from living off my dad.

My mom and I call him Daddy Warbucks for a reason, because that's how my brother considers him. I'm tired of the favoritism. I have no interest in having a relationship with my brother anymore. Why is he being coddled? Because he had an emotional breakdown two years ago? I got out of an abusive marriage less than one year ago and no one gives a shit about that or what I'm going through! I am so frustrated with everything.

My dad isn't really nice to us, especially to my chronically sick brother. He tells him "you're a burden to this family".

I get you. I can't stand being around my dad and it's so bad, that when I visit my parents, I can't wait to go home. My dad told me a few years ago that if I lost 50 pounds, he'll take me on a trip. Who says that? I cried.

I think I've told you about my dad, who refuses to see my misophonia/misokinesia as real disorders and acts like I'm the one being an asshole when I politely ask him to stop making a certain noise or movement. Yeah Dad, I'm the asshole. Because having this disorder (or "pretending" to, as you think) is so fucking much fun. Do you know how much I would love to be 'normal' and not have to ask people to stop moving/making noise? Because I would really love just a little understanding. I know it sucks having me ask you to stop things all the time, but I quite literally can't fucking help it, so maybe, you know, stop making me feel worse about it and just stop being a complete ass every time, okay? I'd really appreciate it. Fuck.

I remember when my OCD was really bad, my dad told me that "I'm psycho" and that "I need to be admitted" and that "he'll call the cops on me".

The only reason why he said I was psycho, was because he came over one time when I first moved in 8 years ago. He asked for a flashlight and I said if he touches it, he'll have to wash his hands after using it. He didn't, so I had to disinfect everything he touched.

We don't even want to go out to restaurants with him anymore. One time my youngest brother was eating out with him and at the end of the night when they got their bill... my dad said to the waitress (I was told this from my brother and I know he wouldn't make it up) "There's something missing. I'm missing your measurements".

His birthday outing was a disaster. He got a free birthday drink and the object of the game was to find the shot glass only using your face (I'm sure you have an idea what the drink was called). The waitress came back and asked him how it was and he said "Better than the real thing". You don't say that in front of your daughter and son. It was awful.

Wow. He sounds...just lovely. Ugh. My best friend and her brother have a dad who is very similar to yours. Says and does stupid shit of the same nature and worse. He gave her brother a truck he'd had for a while that he knew was in bad shape, but he didn't tell him it was basically on it's last legs, and he had an accident driving it and almost died. Now the asshole is actually hooking up with his son's ex-girlfriend who turned out to be a crazy bitch that tried to break the family up. My bestie hasn't talked to her father in months and I don't blame her one bit. He's a fucking idiot.

My dad does really weird things, not to mention what he has saved up on his computers and laptops since 1999. My dad is really addicted to the computer. He'll sit there all day and make random noises. Mostly sighing and smacking his lips together. When he takes a sip of alcohol, he goes "Ahhh" when he puts the glass/can down. He drinks a lot too. He complains about everything that can be complain about. "Oh.. mu back... my feet.. my legs". He'll go on and on for attention. We don't say anything anymore because that's what he wants. For example, my younger brother will shovel the driveway and push it all to the side, so all it needs is someone to shovel it onto the lawn. My dad will tell people "I've been out there for hours shoveling and my back is very sore and I'm soak and wet". He also told my brother not to "drive on the snow" after a snow storm because he didn't want it to get packed down. You live in Canada. People are going to drive on the snow, plus, it didn't even make sense.

He also asked me a couple weeks ago if I want to go to San Diego with him. I said "sure". He asked me how far I can walk because we'll be flying to Texas and walking across the Mexican boarder (which I wasn't comfortable with at all). Then I called my mom from work and told her about it. I called my dad on his cell phone and said "Who's going to look after my pets?" He said "That's not my problem, man". So, I was himming and hawing about going. I'd rather spend time with my pets. So, last week he said to me "Is it ever hard to go somewhere with me. You're pets are holding you back and there will be other opportunities". Well, thank God. I didn't want to go, plus that wasn't a nice thing to say. Apparently, he's now going to Florida instead of Cali near the end of March. He said "I won't go on my tip if someone needs surgery". When did he start caring about my chronically sick brother?