You shouldn't feel this way about family, but sometimes I truly hate my dad. The past few days he's been so negative, and he was talking to my brother about working with people with disabilities (my dad has for a long time now), and talking about everyone being "idiots." He called a supervisor a "b*", and he called one of the disabled girls "this chick" over and over again. In a really degrading tone. And then goes on, as if he is an expert in medication, about how these people should just be heavily medicated. Yes, in some cases medication is absolutely 100% necessary (and it is in the case of this particularly violent client), but the way he phrased it, he wants them to just be drooling invalids.
And if it's not that, there's always SOMEONE at work who is "bullying" him. He's always plotting and sending emails in these passive-aggressive little struggles. And because he's so busy plotting and mumbling to himself (constantly!) he ignores everything around him. My dog barked right in his face, for about a minute, non-stop...he ignored her completely and she peed all over the floor. Then he comes downstairs today and something smells bad and he starts mumbling about how I'm supposedly letting the dogs pee everywhere and whatever. I LISTEN to the dog. I PAY ATTENTION to the dog. She never pees or poops in the house when I am home. But he can blatantly ignore her, and leave the pee and poop for someone else to pick up because he doesn't think he should have to do it.
jfc I can't wait to move out. I hope jobs start calling back. Whenever he's around I get so full of anxiety because he's a mentally sick ticking time bomb.