Frustration

Another day passes. The weather sucks my hours suck I have no life. In a nutshell I am living the good life. Gotta love that. Well as previously before mentioned.. Dad came back from Texas Sunday. Some of the time he was gone I often questioned if what he muttered was true. Was he gone for good? Was that the end of this family as I know it. Would it be the deciding moment that everything in my life would change? I did not know I found out when he came home. It was some sense of releif. On the other hand as soon as he returned the incestant arguening like children began again between him and mom. Over stupid shit. Mom thought he had taken the income tax refund check with him from last year. We were saving it to put new windows in the house because the ones that are in here now may just as well not exsist. We need new windows bottom line. Beyond all that it turns out when Grandma and Grandpa were finally gone there was a small inheritance. Not much at all to speak of but it was something. My dad has a big heart for his own blood but sometimes it hurts him. He always gives in to his sisters and brothers wishes no matter how big nor small he gives to them before his own childeren or wife. It has always been a staple in my life and I am used to it. However even after 23 years mom still can not grasp it. The little bit of money he got mom felt he should keep and use to fix up the bathroom so we can try and move after the windows. Well he had other Ideas. His sister who gets public aid welfare and just about any goverment subsided bullshit she can.. she wanted his share of the money. Because she pulled out her sob story that she is raising her grandkids. She wants the best for them and blah blah. Bottom line for kids on welfare they are fucking spoiled brats. They get any toy they want they dont sleep at any set hour they do what they want and they go on extravagant nation traveling vacations yearly if not more. It's kina sick that she can some how canive money to take care of these kids and live like a princess and we have to struggle and we have not even been downtown as a family ever in my entire life. My aunt pulled out some bullshit story about how when their brother Rick passed away she claims she souly paid for his funeral and all the bs to accompany it. Well turns out after the fact. He was a disc jocky on a mexican station back in texas and when they heard of what happened they Immedately donated 15k to his fund to help his children and family. Well the fund was in care of his sister because his wife was a diagnosed skitzo. Great family isnt it. So sandy played up her poor me story and dad agreed to give her half of his 3k share. Well the rest left him with 1500 well now hes talking to his younger brother who was trying to find him a nice old car down in texas to bring home. Well he finds a cool ass wagon that needs a little work and gets that for him but unbeknownst to us he sanded it and decided to have it painted because it was faded... smart move.. not. well when dad got down there His brother Junior tells him he needs to get 2500 for the car he paid 500 for because of all the labor and work and time. Bullshit. He found a creative way to screw dad out of the rest of the money. Well mom was furious because she did not think what he did was right. The way dad is looking at it is that the money never exsisted never worry about it its not worht it. I agree partially its more the principal and not the money. He is also claiming that we are crowding him and asking too much of him. He has gotten into this mode where he comes home at 330 goes to his room turns on the tv watches it till 7 showers then goes back and watches till hes asleep. FIne but.. when shit has to get done lets do it. Well when it does its a big inconvinence. And now everything is mom's fault. Just like when mom doesnt have money its dad's fault.. This is what im going on hearing every day. I just hope we come to a concusion soon.