Yesterday I totaled my beloved car. I was going 55-60mph on the freeway and my brakes failed. I hit the car in front of me while it was braking. Nobody was hurt, thank God, but I very well could have died.
My dad texted in the family groupchat that he doesn’t believe my brakes failed. This shouldn’t surprise me. Other things he doesn’t believe include
– that I have migraines (confirmed by multiple neurologists. They’re also genetic in his family)
– that my mom hit me and my sister when we lived with her (they got divorced partly because she’s extremely mentally ill and violent)
– that my mom attempted to murder me (she admitted it in front of my dad and he STILL says it didn’t happen)
– that I’m not a lesbian (he got that idea in his head one day, I don’t even know. I’m bisexual, but I mostly date men. I’m also not a woman)
– that women are able to have valid talking points in an argument (he listens to a LOT of Ben Shapiro, etc.)
– that my sister’s boyfriend is a good influence on her (he’s actually an amazing influence on her and is trying to get her clean, he’s just black)
This list is not exhaustive.
He’s always been this way. If he doesn’t want to talk about something, it never happened, and if you think it did, you’re crazy. Doesn’t matter how many witnesses there are, how much proof there is, he’s determined to think I’m a liar.
I guess this one is hitting me hard because I can’t believe my own father would think I’d be willing to potentially kill someone and blame it on my car. Was my car my dream car? No, but it sure beats walking in Texas. It’s why I kept driving it after years of begging my parents to take it to the shop because its brakes were faulty.
I’m trying to see this as a blessing. The car was my last financial tie to my parents (they kicked me out months ago; I’ve been staying with relatives) and maybe I never have to talk to them again. On the other hand, Texas absolutely sucks with public transport. We barely have sidewalks.
I’m just trying to save enough money right now to buy a used van to live in so I can drive far away and pursue my career goals (not easy to do here). I keep telling myself that one day I’ll forget I ever had parents. Back to the odd jobs!
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If you knew the brakes were bad, why didn’t you get them fixed?
The entire fourth bullet point has me stumped.
He thinks your not a lesbian, you say you’re bisexual, then say you’re not a woman?
So you’re a bisexual male?
Unless I am misunderstanding something doesn’t that indeed make you not a lesbian?