Okay, this is my first reddit post. I never thought I would have a story of my own, but here we are.
For context, I didn't live my dad until I was 12 going on 13, I lived with my mother and the rest of siblings before her death in 2021. I think I took it pretty well considering my mom and I were close. My stepdad didn't bother fighting to keep us, and handed me and my younger (I am the middle child but my older siblings are adults) siblings over without a fight.
I didn't want to live with him, given his history of smoking cigarettes and pot (I can't stand the smell), and physical violence towards women and children. And I, being a woman and his child took this as a bad omen. And BOY was I right. We've been butting heads since I got here, screaming, yelling, unjust punishments, throwing objects at each other, one time he dragged me downstairs by hair. I never took his or my stepmom's bullshit lying down and it drives him up the wall.
On to why I'm posting. My parents haven't cooked dinner for a while, we either made it ourselves or ordered out. On Thursday day it was no different, I ordered dinner for my sister and I, by the time it got here my dad was rolling up a blunt. I was taking my food upstairs like I've done before, but my dad decided that this is the one time in his life he would 'parent'. He asked me where I was going and said to my room. He said I couldn't eat upstairs, and when I asked why, he said because he said so.
When I pointed out that he eats in his room and leaves the dishes for actual weeks, compared to me who takes food scraps no longer the two days after it was eaten, he got off his ass and bucked at me. For those who don't know what bucking is, it's when you flinch at someone like your going to hit them. After I just stood there with no reaction he told me to go about my business. And with this wording you'd think he was telling me I could go upstairs, but dear, sweet reader, you'd be wrong, so wrong, because not only was he telling me I had to stay downstairs, he decided that this would be the perfect time to assert his dominance.
He snatched my dinner out of my hands, the problem? He ripped the bag in half, send my food to the unswept, dirty floor. My yummy hot chicken with teriyaki sauce and rice now lay in heap at the bottom of the stairs. Only one package survived the fall, and I decided I wouldn't let my sister go hungry on to of this shit storm my evening was becoming.
My father had the audacity to LAUGH IN MY FACE, when I said he had to pay me back for the dinner he destroyed. And this is where I may be the asshole.
I went from shouting to straight screaming at him that he's a dead beat, good for nothing piece of shit, that's been working as gas pumper because he flunked out of high school, that has the nerve to get on my ass about my grades despite my being on the honor roll all year. I continued with other shit that pissed me off in the past until he physically walked away from me.
Am I in the wrong?