drobertson
Well-Known Member
Ok... sorry guys. I just need to get this out. My family is moving from a town called Worland (in Wyoming) to a town nearby named Burlington. Well, I'm 18, and technically I don't need to help. But I am helping because I feel it's my responsibility, and my 16 year old brother is always running off to see his girlfriend to avoid packing. Long story short, my Mom and I packed the entire house and moved everything without my dad lifting a finger ("his back hurts") and my little brother is always going to visit his girlfriend (his lazy *** won't help worth ****)
I walk into the old house after loading my pickup, and I hear my Dad having a conversation with people interested in buying our home. (Just before I walked in, I was packing the last of my tools to take to burlington from the garage...) anyways I walked in, and overheard my Dad apologizing to the guests for the messy garage, because "My son David has aspergers and can't help but work on his shitty old car". Well gee, Dad, thanks! At least I've been employed the past 3 years (he hasn't). Yes it's true that I have aspergers, but he doesn't have to be a dick about it and tell everyone he sees. Especially when our hometown only has 5,000 people and everybody knows each other. He really does tell almost everybody. It has gotten so bad that people come and ask me about it. I feel like a piece of ****, and I get the temptation to swallow a bullet.
I'm working my *** off helping him, and all he does is insult me. Just a week before the planned move, I applied for a job in Lovell, WY, and I got the job. The first thing my dad does is tells me it's not worth traveling 2 hrs each day, etc. I'm just fed up with it. He knows I struggle mentally, but he makes it look like I'm retarded. And a 1973 Charger isn't a shitty car compared to his 1999 Chevy Tracker he drives. Rant over.
I walk into the old house after loading my pickup, and I hear my Dad having a conversation with people interested in buying our home. (Just before I walked in, I was packing the last of my tools to take to burlington from the garage...) anyways I walked in, and overheard my Dad apologizing to the guests for the messy garage, because "My son David has aspergers and can't help but work on his shitty old car". Well gee, Dad, thanks! At least I've been employed the past 3 years (he hasn't). Yes it's true that I have aspergers, but he doesn't have to be a dick about it and tell everyone he sees. Especially when our hometown only has 5,000 people and everybody knows each other. He really does tell almost everybody. It has gotten so bad that people come and ask me about it. I feel like a piece of ****, and I get the temptation to swallow a bullet.
I'm working my *** off helping him, and all he does is insult me. Just a week before the planned move, I applied for a job in Lovell, WY, and I got the job. The first thing my dad does is tells me it's not worth traveling 2 hrs each day, etc. I'm just fed up with it. He knows I struggle mentally, but he makes it look like I'm retarded. And a 1973 Charger isn't a shitty car compared to his 1999 Chevy Tracker he drives. Rant over.
