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I grew up around a very emotional father that would constantly get angry for whatever reason and then take it out on me. For most of my time living in our house, I'd just stand there and let yell at me, whether I thought it was reasonable or not. As it progressed, it went from me gritting my teeth and taking it for the first 14 years, to mouthing obscenities behind his back when he was finished raging, to trying to stand up against him since the last few years.
Before this summer, before I decided to actively fight my fears and go approach girls, all my attempts to stand up and defend myself had been pretty pathetic and didn't accomplish much. As much as I tried to pretend I wasn't afraid, the fear would always find its way out... My breath would shorten, my voice would quaver, and my knees would buckle from beneath me. Despite the effort, I would always end up giving in in the end to avoid getting my ass kicked, no matter how irrational the terms...
Last night was totally different though. The computer was having problems wasn't logging in the way it was supposed to. Due to the fact that I had been previously using it and kept it on for the day, my took his frustration on me once more and began raging like his usual self.
"Why the computer not working!? Huh!?"
I had let most of irrational anger roll off my shoulders and tried to ignore it recently a number of times, and at that point, I was fed up with it.
"What in the world are you yelling at me for?" I responded.
My dad's eyes went wide when he heard me, and in the silence, I saw his face flush red as his eyes locked onto mine a for a good while. He accused me of keeping the computer on for too long, turned away and began to rant on about how it wasn't logging on, and how all his files were on that computer. My mom hesitantly tried to help him out as he went on yelling, and I left the room for water. After a few minutes, he came storming out. His face was blood red, his eyes were full of fury, and his mouth spewed spit as he began to seethe, "WHY YOU HAVE TO PLAY ON THE IMPORTANT COMPUTER!?!?"
Strangely, this time around, my knees no longer shook, and my breath was as calm as ever. My stance was grounded, and my voice was calm, collected, and unemotional.
"Is that a good reason to be yelling at me now?" I responded firmly.
My dad got up in my face, peered towards me through the top of his yes, shot a finger to my face, and said, "WHAT YOU SAY!? DON'T EVER SAY THAT AGAIN! YOU KEEP THE COMPUTER ON ALL DAY AND NOW IT CRASH!"
I paused for a moment, took a breath, and responded calmly once more, "You neither said not to keep the computers on, nor did anyone tell me I couldn't use that one. This is the first time it crashed, and now you're pinning the blame on me and yelling at me for it."
Not a word was spoken between the two of us for about two minutes... We just stood there in our places frozen like that, staring each other in the eyes. With time, the red slowly began to drain from his face... In the end, I was the one to break eye contact to grab more water and go downstairs to work out. My dad broke the silence between us, but contained himself.
"Do you know how to fix the computer?" he spoke.
"I do not." I responded as I walked downstairs to go work out.
That was that. I went to go work out, didn't stand there to let him yell at me, and didn't get an ass kicking in the end.
Last night was the first time I've ever successfully stood my ground against my dad. Before this summer, before all of these approaches, I would have never had the balls to do that. My fear would have found its way out once more, and I would have buckled under his rage once more. This whole experience has truly been life changing for me, and though I haven't gotten an LR posted yet, seeing how much I've come from all this really keeps me going. I don't think I would have my summer any other way.
Thanks for being a part of my spiritual journey guys. Everyone that's been supporting me and giving me advice has made it possible for me to get to the point where I could stand up to my dad... Something I thought I would never be able to do.
I hope our growth never stops and we all continue to find success!
Before this summer, before I decided to actively fight my fears and go approach girls, all my attempts to stand up and defend myself had been pretty pathetic and didn't accomplish much. As much as I tried to pretend I wasn't afraid, the fear would always find its way out... My breath would shorten, my voice would quaver, and my knees would buckle from beneath me. Despite the effort, I would always end up giving in in the end to avoid getting my ass kicked, no matter how irrational the terms...
Last night was totally different though. The computer was having problems wasn't logging in the way it was supposed to. Due to the fact that I had been previously using it and kept it on for the day, my took his frustration on me once more and began raging like his usual self.
"Why the computer not working!? Huh!?"
I had let most of irrational anger roll off my shoulders and tried to ignore it recently a number of times, and at that point, I was fed up with it.
"What in the world are you yelling at me for?" I responded.
My dad's eyes went wide when he heard me, and in the silence, I saw his face flush red as his eyes locked onto mine a for a good while. He accused me of keeping the computer on for too long, turned away and began to rant on about how it wasn't logging on, and how all his files were on that computer. My mom hesitantly tried to help him out as he went on yelling, and I left the room for water. After a few minutes, he came storming out. His face was blood red, his eyes were full of fury, and his mouth spewed spit as he began to seethe, "WHY YOU HAVE TO PLAY ON THE IMPORTANT COMPUTER!?!?"
Strangely, this time around, my knees no longer shook, and my breath was as calm as ever. My stance was grounded, and my voice was calm, collected, and unemotional.
"Is that a good reason to be yelling at me now?" I responded firmly.
My dad got up in my face, peered towards me through the top of his yes, shot a finger to my face, and said, "WHAT YOU SAY!? DON'T EVER SAY THAT AGAIN! YOU KEEP THE COMPUTER ON ALL DAY AND NOW IT CRASH!"
I paused for a moment, took a breath, and responded calmly once more, "You neither said not to keep the computers on, nor did anyone tell me I couldn't use that one. This is the first time it crashed, and now you're pinning the blame on me and yelling at me for it."
Not a word was spoken between the two of us for about two minutes... We just stood there in our places frozen like that, staring each other in the eyes. With time, the red slowly began to drain from his face... In the end, I was the one to break eye contact to grab more water and go downstairs to work out. My dad broke the silence between us, but contained himself.
"Do you know how to fix the computer?" he spoke.
"I do not." I responded as I walked downstairs to go work out.
That was that. I went to go work out, didn't stand there to let him yell at me, and didn't get an ass kicking in the end.
Last night was the first time I've ever successfully stood my ground against my dad. Before this summer, before all of these approaches, I would have never had the balls to do that. My fear would have found its way out once more, and I would have buckled under his rage once more. This whole experience has truly been life changing for me, and though I haven't gotten an LR posted yet, seeing how much I've come from all this really keeps me going. I don't think I would have my summer any other way.
Thanks for being a part of my spiritual journey guys. Everyone that's been supporting me and giving me advice has made it possible for me to get to the point where I could stand up to my dad... Something I thought I would never be able to do.
I hope our growth never stops and we all continue to find success!