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picked up my chromebook tonight to write about something else, but now that my fingers are on the keys, they want to talk about something else:

My dad is a creep.

No, really, like, if he wasn't my 80 yr old father, and if I didn't have 50+ years of this, I'd be taking possibly-legal steps to keep him the fuck away from me and mine.

Last week, my brother, SIL and kids were in FL. Nephew A had baseball spring training with his HS team in FL, and the rest of the fam flew down to spend spring break in FL, watch his games, and have a little breather. Nephew N busted up his knee for the 2nd time in as many years, and as of their departure, they didn't know the prognosis (surgery? PT? amputation?*).

Not sure how it came to pass, but dad is on SnapChat. I think he and brother snap each other regularly (dad's tried to snap me; I play dumb and ignore it), probably brother's way of keeping dad informed now that he's essentially housebound. Their first night there, they went out to dinner and brother must've snapped dad. how do I know? because dad sent a screen shot of the snap to the family chat, along with a screen shot of their EXACT LOCATION (using "find my" app?). super freaking creepy, dude.

I learned long ago, the VERY hard way, not to send anything to dad that I didn't want the entire planet to know, after he forwarded an extremely emotionally- and medically-detailed email to everyone in his address book "because they are concerned."

Well, a couple more times during the week it was clear that dad was tracking their/brother's location. When they flew home, there was a rather accusatory text from dad when he couldn't pinpoint their precise location BECAUSE THEY WERE IN THE AIR and brother had to explain that's what happens in Airplane Mode.

This morning, an earlier-than-welcome text from dad says "Childrens. [Name]?" brother snapped dad while at Children's hospital with N for PT. Dad then commented that he saw they were at N's school. all I could think is "WHY ARE YOU STALKING YOUR SON AND GRANDSON???"

so I texted brother & SIL separately and asked if/why dad was stalking them. brother brushed it off. SIL did not, and texted me privately later thanking me for speaking up, because brother didn't understand how creepy and upsetting it was. I guess dad got mad that Nephew A wouldn't share location stuff with dad/Grandpa, and dad doesn't understand why, and seems to think he's entitled to that.

No. Just NO. HELL TO THE NO.

"I just wanna ..."
"I was only ..."
quickly morphs into
"I was just kidding"
"can't you take a joke?"
"what's the big deal?"
"why are you being so touchy/sensitive/whatever?"

can you see where this is going?

This is what I was raised with. This is the how he treated my mother. this is how he treated any woman in his orbit. and when we react, shut him down, he's suddenly the victim, the poor little baby of the family who was just trying to be nice.

like the time he let himself into my house to drop off a knife block that he decided that I wanted/needed. while I was home sick. asleep on the couch. Didn't call first, because why should he - I wasn't supposed to be there! why apologize to ME, who he scared the bejezus out of, because HE was just trying to do something nice for me. within a week of that, my deadbolts were changed, and he DID NOT get that new key. If he wanted access to my house after that and I wasn't home, he had to request it in advance.

How are we (me, SIL, women in general) supposed to live calm, quiet lives when we're constantly under attack with these little micro-aggressions? some of these aren't so little, and the never stop. A single incident, an innocent slip, ok, fine. we went flying past that line oh so many years ago.

*deep breath*

There's more. so much more. because it never ends.

______
*I'm not making light of the need for amputation. I've had chronic hip/back pain since I was a teen. chronic other pain even longer. as a joke, I always suggest "amputation" to keep some humor in what is usually not funny, or just old ("lose weight and exercise!")
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Endured a phone call from dad last night. He doesn't call to talk; he calls to lecture and complain.

"no one talks to me"
"[grandson w/3 littles] was supposed to do xyz and he hasn't called me back"
"this happened and no one told me"
"that's going on and I don't have the full details presented to me immediately"
"did you see [reads off Facebook statuses for relatives I've never met]?"

and so on.

Do I get to speak? Kinda. at some point I interjected that I was leaving Friday after work for NC. He made noises of acknowledgement. not two minutes later I get asked what I'm doing this weekend (after his tirade about his DIL's birthday and recent surgery). deep breath, and firmly stated "I just said I am going to Greensboro" to which he cuts me off with "OK, OK, blustery blatheringly annoying accusations because **he** was "just asking a question" and why do **I** have to get so worked up over it? see also: geez, can't you take a joke? and lighten up, I was just kidding.

all of this was precipitated by his Dr appointment on Tuesday, a follow up to his recent hospital stay to zap his heart to fix the atrial fibrillation. Doc told him "NO MORE ALCOHOL" and if it's not the first time he's been told this, it's the first time he's been willing to HEAR it. But now he wants everything out of the house RIGHT NOW. The unspoken "why haven't you driven up here yet?" hung in the air.

I don't drink. My brother stopped drinking. not sure about his wife, although I fully expect the booze I brought over for Jello Shots to be gone now. that's the other thing -- "well you and SIL did those Jello shots..." as if this is a weekly ritual for us. we did them ONE TIME for a sports fundraiser. I already had all the booze, so it only cost them the Jello and containers to do it. I told dad to check with Nephew and what they want. I also suggested keeping things around for the holidays for stepmom's kids, and wow was that a bad idea. cue rant about her kids and how they do things/prefer things (and probably think dad is too low-class for their taste.

With the information on this weekend's trip finally accepted by his thick skull, dad demanded that I send them a list of all of my upcoming trips. normally I just mumble along, but this was so ridiculous that I laughed out loud and told him NOT GONNA HAPPEN. I have a calendar, not a list. actually, there IS a list, but I am NOT giving him the names of the hotels I'm staying at, venues, etc. He has lost the privilege of getting info in writing. too many privacy violations in the past. Then he launched into the "drive safe" thing and once again i'm in the wrong because he's "just saying" and the mention of getting new tires (factory originals are at 58k miles, and even I can tell they're seconds from being bald) and that initiates the rants about how they should be fine followed by the dangers of driving through the mountains, types of tires, did I get the right ones, and another jab at Nephew, who will be doing the installation.

I just can't even anymore. the intense RAGE I felt when I got off the phone is not something I want. I put these things off as long as I can, but that just makes it worse. I just want this to be OVER.

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