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Hate is such a STRONG word....
Oct. 15th, 2005 06:34 pmThose of you who have been reading this journal for a while doubtless know about how hard it is to get my dad to do anything.
Well, guess what? It's come to a head this week. My car is leaking gas, the trunk leaks water (and what with the nonstop rain this past week, my back seat is once again home to an ACTUAL PUDDLE), and the transmission is going. The tail-light cover is broken. Now, it would be one thing if these problems had just cropped up over the past week, but this has been going on since MAY. Since before May. I asked and asked and asked for my tail-light cover to be replaced. I said I would go and order it and pick it up. I asked and asked and asked for my trunk lining to be looked at - I said I would go and get whatever was needed to fix it. I asked and asked and asked for him to look at my engine. The only thing that was done was the gas tank replacement while I was at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drunken_hawkeye's. And it's still leaking gas.
I need to get the car inspected by the end of the month. It's going to fail, because I know he's not going to fix anything before then. He always says I'm not around for him to look at it. Well, guess what? I WAS around when the problems started, and if they had been fixed THEN, it wouldn't be an issue NOW. And it's not like I can't take one of the other cars to school or work or whatever in order for him to have some time to look at my car.
I told him in no uncertain terms that if my car is not fixed in time and enough to pass inspection, I would be commandeering his Miata until such a time as my car is fixed or replaced. I will teach myself how to drive a standard. If I had known he couldn't be trusted to get his ass off the couch, I would have taken it in to get fixed myself a LONG time ago.
Okay, and he just got home from getting food and said "What time are you leaving tomorrow?" I said early. He said "Okay, so after dinner you're coming outside with me to look at your car."
Um, sorry, no. It's raining out. It's dark out. I've been literally on my feet for eleven hours. I'm in my pajamas, and all my clothes are in the washing machine. I WAS HOME MONDAY AND TUESDAY. HE was home Monday. WHY DOES HE KEEP PUTTING THIS ON ME? When things are going well, it's his car, because his name is on the registration. When I need something fixed, it's suddenly my car. Guess what, daddy. It's ALWAYS my car, but YOU have a responsibility to make sure your daughter isn't driving around in a deathtrap.
I suppose, given what kept happening with the Taurus, I should have known. But I want to believe that he gives half a damn.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Well, guess what? It's come to a head this week. My car is leaking gas, the trunk leaks water (and what with the nonstop rain this past week, my back seat is once again home to an ACTUAL PUDDLE), and the transmission is going. The tail-light cover is broken. Now, it would be one thing if these problems had just cropped up over the past week, but this has been going on since MAY. Since before May. I asked and asked and asked for my tail-light cover to be replaced. I said I would go and order it and pick it up. I asked and asked and asked for my trunk lining to be looked at - I said I would go and get whatever was needed to fix it. I asked and asked and asked for him to look at my engine. The only thing that was done was the gas tank replacement while I was at
drunken_hawkeye's. And it's still leaking gas. I need to get the car inspected by the end of the month. It's going to fail, because I know he's not going to fix anything before then. He always says I'm not around for him to look at it. Well, guess what? I WAS around when the problems started, and if they had been fixed THEN, it wouldn't be an issue NOW. And it's not like I can't take one of the other cars to school or work or whatever in order for him to have some time to look at my car.
I told him in no uncertain terms that if my car is not fixed in time and enough to pass inspection, I would be commandeering his Miata until such a time as my car is fixed or replaced. I will teach myself how to drive a standard. If I had known he couldn't be trusted to get his ass off the couch, I would have taken it in to get fixed myself a LONG time ago.
Okay, and he just got home from getting food and said "What time are you leaving tomorrow?" I said early. He said "Okay, so after dinner you're coming outside with me to look at your car."
Um, sorry, no. It's raining out. It's dark out. I've been literally on my feet for eleven hours. I'm in my pajamas, and all my clothes are in the washing machine. I WAS HOME MONDAY AND TUESDAY. HE was home Monday. WHY DOES HE KEEP PUTTING THIS ON ME? When things are going well, it's his car, because his name is on the registration. When I need something fixed, it's suddenly my car. Guess what, daddy. It's ALWAYS my car, but YOU have a responsibility to make sure your daughter isn't driving around in a deathtrap.
I suppose, given what kept happening with the Taurus, I should have known. But I want to believe that he gives half a damn.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
