Why do I bother doing nice things?

I don't do nice things for my dad. He's an ass most of the time, so I don't waste my time on him. But my mom went to see family in Louisiana for the week, and she wants us to have dinner ready for him when he gets home form work every day, like he's used to. They must have asked us six times to cook a chicken for tonight, and we said we would. I stayed up late so I could tell Mom bye; I went to bed around 9 am, and got up at 4:30 so supper would be ready when Dad got home. Maria cooked the chicken, and I thought, why not make this a real nice dinner? So I made mac and cheese in the oven, buscuits, we had rice and gravy and I even made some pink lemonade.
Well, it starts getting late and Dad's not home. He had revival tonight, but he had to come home and eat first as planned, right?
Wrong. He didn't come home until 9. And he'd already eaten. Out. By the time we went ahead and ate, it was cold.
Not a big deal, I know, but I'm pissed off. Anytime I try to do something nice for him, I end up feeling stupid. So fuck it. He can cook his own damn dinner.

 

wait wait wait. Is he not capable of cooking? wtf?

That was VERY sweet of you to do. I am sorry it didnt go as planned. Poor guy doesnt know how good he's got it. *hugs*

 

Thanks, Cate. He actually can cook, quite well. He'd just rather we/Mom did it for him. He even asked Maria to make him a lunch for tomorrow from the leftovers, and she did. She's not as petty as me. I would have said shove it.

 

Because you know it's not that big of a deal in the scheme of life to cook a dinner that you ate anyway.

And because it's another step for society in general each time somebody does a nice thing JUST to do it.

 

Is he very strict? Would he get angry if you didnt do it?

 

My dad always calls to tell me if he is going to be late for dinner. And I time it so that dinner is finished when he gets out of the shower.

I think you should just think of it as you had a nice hot meal....and he gets leftovers.

 

my dad doesn't even call me ever... count your blessings...

 

You know why you do nice things for him? Cause if you don't do nice things for people then hippies don't exist. And if hippies don't exist then I'd feel pretty fucking bad about myself. Don't get discouraged.


You .... are .... an .... amazing.

 

Parce que c'est agréable d'être important, mais c'est plus important d'être agréable.

 

No, he's not strict about meals, Cate. If we don't cook for him, he just gets mopey and might guilt trip us about it.

 

Translation?

 

It means Will Ferrell is on Letterman tonight so what the heck are you doing wondering why you aren't watching Letterman right now?

 

Weil es angenehm ist wichtig zu sein, aber es ist wichtiger angenehm zu sein.

 

I never knew there were still dads that expected that kind of thing

 

In case anyone doesn't know, I'm the Maria she was talking about in the first post. First of all, let me correct something: Mom didn't say we HAD to cook for Dad every night. She just said it would be nice if we could cook a few times this week. Which we had no problem with. I know Dad gets hungry and he is tired when he comes home from work and I don't mind feeding him.

I was a little disappointed when I found out Dad had eaten. I was like: "Didn't you know we were having chicken? You and Mom both begged us to cook that chicken (because it was going to go bad if we didn't)."
But Dad was in such a good mood when he came in, he apologized for it, and he even ate a little. How could I stay mad?

(Just thought I'd add my two cents to the story)

 

I hate when people fuck with me. And now in german.

 

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No no no no.


I WAS THE MARIA SHE WAS SPEAKING ABOUT.

Dad came home late cause he was at an Oscar party. He didn't bother eating the chicken that we made because he had great chicken at the party he was at. And he didn't want more, even though he could have had more, because our chicken was homegrown.

 

Dad is more like a spoiled child. It comes from my grandma doing everything for him when he was growing up.

He can definitely cook. He's always getting up in my space when I'm cooking something, trying to tell me how to do it. I hate that.
He's kind of a control freak, but in a very passive agressive way.

 

did the original poster take your story and write it as her own?

I confused, but then again I have a history of drug abuse