Are you proud of me yet?

Taking a break from the random pointless stuff I usually write about. This week I have to vent somehow of my dear old father..
So the past week he's been telling me he's going to take me to get my birthday present and he has failed to do so for 3 day over the week. So on Saturday he finally comes but not for my present. He wants to take us, us as in my two brothers and I, to the movies. My brother Dodo, real name is Jesus, had a few friends over and they were going to come with us to the movies too. When my dad sees them he tells Dodo, "Oh, I can't bring all of you because my girlfriend is coming with her daughter too." That makes me super angry. He doesn't have room for us because of his replacement family.
Ever since I was little, before my parents got divorced, my dad blamed almost everything on me. I'm the oldest therefor the responsible one. When my brothers got hurt it was my fault. Not only am I the oldest but I'm a girl. My dad is a very old fashion, religious, Mexican. I got in trouble if I cut my hair too short. He expects the most out of me. He gets mad that I don't believe in God and have a lip ring. I was surprised he didn't hate Carl at first like my mom did. But that's not the point. He makes fun of practically anything I do. I recently got henna done on my hand and he makes fun of me for it. It IS his side of the family where I get my Arabic Muslim side. He hates the fact that I don't want to go to college or even know what I want to do with my life.
So back to this weeks time with him. We have to pick up his girlfriend at the hospital because her 19 year old daughter had a baby. I don't like people or babies so I asked him if I could stay in the car because I don't want to be rude and make a face. He got mad at me and told me to be mature. I was just being honest. He's never around to know what kind of person I am, and being brutally honest is one of my amazing traits. The movie we saw was stupid and just bad so that didn't give my night and boost.
The next morning (today) he picks my yougest brother, Carlos, and me up to eat breakfast. Again, he excluded Dodo because his friend had to get picked up in half an hour of when my dad came to get us. I don't eat breakfast so I'm not all that great in a mood. We finally go to the mall to get my sweater for my birthday present. When we get there I tell him a funny, 'inappropriate', joke and he starts poking my head saying, "There's something wrong in there." That was the last straw. He tried hugging me and I pushed him out of the way and didn't talk to him at all. I got my $40 sweater, which wasn't even the size or color I wanted it in.
As soon as I get home I had to relax so I went to Carl's house so I could go with him to his Aunt's BBQ night. So Carl is half Mexican, like me, and half white. We were going to his Mexican side of the family. Let me tell you this. It was the whitest Mexican party I have EVER been too. If I didn't know better I'd say they were just straight up white folks. But I had a great time which made me forget about my dad.
Oh and SF Supermarket in Asian Pacific town has the best mango juice ever.


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