Man of the House

They say that a father plays an important role in the house. He is the man, he takes care of his family, he takes care of his children, he protects the family. Many people have their father as their role models.

I must say, I have my father as my role model too, but for a completely different reason. He’s there to remind of my mother’s mistakes, and the epitome of a failed human being, mentally challenged, and incapable of reasonable thinking.

Which father uses his own son to threaten his wife, hurting her, and telling her that both of them thinks she’s a sickening person and they longed for her to be gone?

Which father, instead of understanding his wife’s PMS, tells her to shut the fuck up and mind her own business in whatever he’s doing?

Which father, instead of spending money on proper investments which is beneficial to his own family, emptied his entire bank’s savings on a mushroom plantation (his friend gets more than half share of profit), and fishing equipments and never goes on a fishing trip?

Which father, instead of spending money on his children, gave his friend’s children pocket money?

Which father rushes to the other family’s side on the moment a phonecall arrives?

Which father sends OTHER PEOPLE’s children to the airport, but not his own son to KL?

Which father chooses special, meaningful holidays, to spend time with ANOTHER FAMILY, instead of his own?

Which father chooses Valentine’s to send another family’s son to Sabah, instead of spending it and try to mend his already strained relationship with his wife?

Which father tells his own children that he don’t give a damn about his own family anymore, and that the other family appreciates him more?

Which father is so blind to realise that this family loved him for the man he was since 20 years ago, but that other family loved him for the money he provided them since 2 months ago?

That, readers, is my father, my role model.

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