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I've had a particularly rough evening, so I just wanted to seek some advice and encouragement from other Christians. I'll share what happened tonight, though it really involves pretty much my whole life.
Tonight I had a huge argument with my dad, the kind where he was yelling at me, and at one point he even got right in my face. It may sound silly, but this time it was about our chickens. (We've had many arguments over the years, they're usually about day to day things, and me getting them done the way he wants.) This time it was about the hens and how they've been pecking at the eggs, breaking them and then eating them. He wanted to know if there was a way to stop them from doing this, but I was doubtful. Once they start it is pretty much impossible to get them to stop. He knows chickens as well as I do in any case...and if there's one thing chickens love to do, it's peck at things. If there is anything different in the pen, they will peck at it.
So, anyway, he told me to go online and search for possible solutions, and he was very upset and started swearing and telling me that he's not paying for feed and spending time fixing up the pen, just to have hens who eat the eggs so we don't get them. Now, he has spent a lot of time fixing up the pen, and he built it to begin with, I understand that, but I'm still so tired of taking the weight of issues like this. Those hens are his and my mom's (aside from a few birds that belong to me and are older). They decided to get the chickens this summer, when I wasn't even here. And most importantly NO ANIMAL ever comes here without my dad's permission.
The birds have always been my responsibility, because I've been very interested and involved with them for years now. Also, since I have had to move back after losing my job, I contribute by taking care of the birds and doing work around the house. And I love the chickens and ducks, so I don't mind caring for them. What I do mind is when there is an issue or a problem, it seems to be my fault in some way. He was extremely irritated when I went out to the garage to change my boots and go put the birds in for the night, and it quickly escalated into a massive fight.
Then he said, if the egg problem continues, he is going up there and killing every single bird. (Including mine of course). I just felt that he was giving me an ultimatum...fix the problem or the birds are dead. What am I supposed to do? I can't change the nature of the chickens, that's how they are. He knows I love my birds, and sometimes I feel as though he almost enjoys making these kinds of threats, if only to remind me that he is still the decision maker not me. That sounds horrible, I know...but at times like this, that's how I feel anyway.
This kind of thing has happened before, so I sometimes just wish there were no more birds up there for things to go wrong with. I told him I am going to find a home for mine and then I'm done...but this just made him more upset. He started screaming at me that the other birds would still be my responsibility. And as he has before, he yelled that since I live under their roof I have NO choice AT ALL. If they tell me to do something, I WILL DO IT. But that's already what I do, everyday. My mom sometimes leaves me a list, sometimes just asks me to do things, and they expect it done, and it gets done. Today she left me a list, and even though I had things I needed to do, I did EVERY SINGLE thing she asked of me. Sometimes they both make it sound like I am ungrateful and lazy and never do anything to help.
I never wanted to be here. When I finished college, (I have a degree), I had a job lined up, but it fell through. On top of the economic troubles everyone is facing, this town is going through a lot of issues of its own, and it is very hard to find work here.
I have also been dealing with an anxiety disorder. (I have seen a counselor, my doctor, and a psychologist, and I am on medication as well. I have truly sought help with this, and while I have made so much progress...I still struggle with it every day. Living here doesn't help, obviously. So, the anxiety along with the financial situation is why I'm still here with my parents.
So, when my dad was yelling at me that since I live here I have no choice but to do as I'm told, I felt so overwhelmed and frustrated and replied that I would leave. Of course that was a stupid thing to say, how can I leave with no money and no place to go? He knows that, so he retorted that sometimes I can be so immature, and that I really need to grow up.
I had one thing left to do on my list for my mom, which was peel potatoes, so after going up to the barn to take care of the birds, I went in the house to do that. I put them all in a pot and put it on low heat because my mom was just getting home and my dad was also in the kitchen and I honestly couldn't stand being up there another minute with him. I was feeling VERY anxious. I figured my mom would turn the potatoes up when she got in, and I didn't want them to boil over since I knew that would be just one more thing for my dad to yell at me about. So, I went downstairs.
After my mom had been home for a bit, my dad started telling her about the chickens and my behaviour. I could hear his voice getting louder and more upset. Everytime that happens I feel almost sick with anxiety.And I am always wrong, and he is always right. I still haven't talked to my mom since she got home 2 hours ago, because I know she likely blames me for how upset my dad is. That's always how it has been, she may want to take our side, but when all is said and done, she has to side with my dad, because he gets so angry. I need to eat, but I don't want to go upstairs and get yelled at again.
Anyway, while he was up there getting upset again and talking with my mom about what had happened earlier...he got up and went into the kitchen and noticed that the potatoes were still on low heat. He became very upset again and I could hear every word he said. He started slamming stuff around, I couldn't tell what...but it sounded like pots and pans...and saying that at the rate the potatoes were cooking they wouldn't be ready for hours. Then he said, "I should have checked them," as if to imply that I am irresponsible and undependable.
I don't know what to do. I always do my best to make them happy, and while I am not perfect and sometimes don't have the best attitude, I do help out here. They have NEVER had to worry about me doing irresponsible and harmful things. I have ALWAYS tried to be a good daughter, one they can be proud of. But, I don't understand how he still thinks I'm immature and untrustworthy. I can't make them happy, and nothing I do is ever good enough.
We've had good times, don't get me wrong, and there is a lot about my father that I love and respect, but I've come to understand more and more that we will never be close. Oh, sometimes we even laugh and joke around, but for me there is always an uneasiness. I am always trying in some way to keep him in a good mood, because at times his mood can change very quickly.
Anyway, that's a bit about what happened. I realize the only solution is leaving, and I have continued to pray and look and apply for jobs, but nothing has come up so far.
Just feeling lonely and somewhat helpless tonight, so I wanted to get this out there. Maybe someone else has had or is having a similar experience. Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read all this.
Tonight I had a huge argument with my dad, the kind where he was yelling at me, and at one point he even got right in my face. It may sound silly, but this time it was about our chickens. (We've had many arguments over the years, they're usually about day to day things, and me getting them done the way he wants.) This time it was about the hens and how they've been pecking at the eggs, breaking them and then eating them. He wanted to know if there was a way to stop them from doing this, but I was doubtful. Once they start it is pretty much impossible to get them to stop. He knows chickens as well as I do in any case...and if there's one thing chickens love to do, it's peck at things. If there is anything different in the pen, they will peck at it.
So, anyway, he told me to go online and search for possible solutions, and he was very upset and started swearing and telling me that he's not paying for feed and spending time fixing up the pen, just to have hens who eat the eggs so we don't get them. Now, he has spent a lot of time fixing up the pen, and he built it to begin with, I understand that, but I'm still so tired of taking the weight of issues like this. Those hens are his and my mom's (aside from a few birds that belong to me and are older). They decided to get the chickens this summer, when I wasn't even here. And most importantly NO ANIMAL ever comes here without my dad's permission.
The birds have always been my responsibility, because I've been very interested and involved with them for years now. Also, since I have had to move back after losing my job, I contribute by taking care of the birds and doing work around the house. And I love the chickens and ducks, so I don't mind caring for them. What I do mind is when there is an issue or a problem, it seems to be my fault in some way. He was extremely irritated when I went out to the garage to change my boots and go put the birds in for the night, and it quickly escalated into a massive fight.
Then he said, if the egg problem continues, he is going up there and killing every single bird. (Including mine of course). I just felt that he was giving me an ultimatum...fix the problem or the birds are dead. What am I supposed to do? I can't change the nature of the chickens, that's how they are. He knows I love my birds, and sometimes I feel as though he almost enjoys making these kinds of threats, if only to remind me that he is still the decision maker not me. That sounds horrible, I know...but at times like this, that's how I feel anyway.
This kind of thing has happened before, so I sometimes just wish there were no more birds up there for things to go wrong with. I told him I am going to find a home for mine and then I'm done...but this just made him more upset. He started screaming at me that the other birds would still be my responsibility. And as he has before, he yelled that since I live under their roof I have NO choice AT ALL. If they tell me to do something, I WILL DO IT. But that's already what I do, everyday. My mom sometimes leaves me a list, sometimes just asks me to do things, and they expect it done, and it gets done. Today she left me a list, and even though I had things I needed to do, I did EVERY SINGLE thing she asked of me. Sometimes they both make it sound like I am ungrateful and lazy and never do anything to help.
I never wanted to be here. When I finished college, (I have a degree), I had a job lined up, but it fell through. On top of the economic troubles everyone is facing, this town is going through a lot of issues of its own, and it is very hard to find work here.
I have also been dealing with an anxiety disorder. (I have seen a counselor, my doctor, and a psychologist, and I am on medication as well. I have truly sought help with this, and while I have made so much progress...I still struggle with it every day. Living here doesn't help, obviously. So, the anxiety along with the financial situation is why I'm still here with my parents.
So, when my dad was yelling at me that since I live here I have no choice but to do as I'm told, I felt so overwhelmed and frustrated and replied that I would leave. Of course that was a stupid thing to say, how can I leave with no money and no place to go? He knows that, so he retorted that sometimes I can be so immature, and that I really need to grow up.
I had one thing left to do on my list for my mom, which was peel potatoes, so after going up to the barn to take care of the birds, I went in the house to do that. I put them all in a pot and put it on low heat because my mom was just getting home and my dad was also in the kitchen and I honestly couldn't stand being up there another minute with him. I was feeling VERY anxious. I figured my mom would turn the potatoes up when she got in, and I didn't want them to boil over since I knew that would be just one more thing for my dad to yell at me about. So, I went downstairs.
After my mom had been home for a bit, my dad started telling her about the chickens and my behaviour. I could hear his voice getting louder and more upset. Everytime that happens I feel almost sick with anxiety.And I am always wrong, and he is always right. I still haven't talked to my mom since she got home 2 hours ago, because I know she likely blames me for how upset my dad is. That's always how it has been, she may want to take our side, but when all is said and done, she has to side with my dad, because he gets so angry. I need to eat, but I don't want to go upstairs and get yelled at again.
Anyway, while he was up there getting upset again and talking with my mom about what had happened earlier...he got up and went into the kitchen and noticed that the potatoes were still on low heat. He became very upset again and I could hear every word he said. He started slamming stuff around, I couldn't tell what...but it sounded like pots and pans...and saying that at the rate the potatoes were cooking they wouldn't be ready for hours. Then he said, "I should have checked them," as if to imply that I am irresponsible and undependable.
I don't know what to do. I always do my best to make them happy, and while I am not perfect and sometimes don't have the best attitude, I do help out here. They have NEVER had to worry about me doing irresponsible and harmful things. I have ALWAYS tried to be a good daughter, one they can be proud of. But, I don't understand how he still thinks I'm immature and untrustworthy. I can't make them happy, and nothing I do is ever good enough.
We've had good times, don't get me wrong, and there is a lot about my father that I love and respect, but I've come to understand more and more that we will never be close. Oh, sometimes we even laugh and joke around, but for me there is always an uneasiness. I am always trying in some way to keep him in a good mood, because at times his mood can change very quickly.
Anyway, that's a bit about what happened. I realize the only solution is leaving, and I have continued to pray and look and apply for jobs, but nothing has come up so far.
Just feeling lonely and somewhat helpless tonight, so I wanted to get this out there. Maybe someone else has had or is having a similar experience. Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read all this.