Advice for "Revenge" (we're doing this SERIOUS BUSINESS shit again) I'm feeling particularly evil right now.
My mother received a call earlier this evening from some collections department from my father's bank. What she and I were told was like picking us up from the legs and swinging our faces into a shit-laden solid wall of old solid shit.
From 2001 till March of this year, my dad racked up a seven-thousand dollar debt with his credit card that NOBODY knew of its use...till the guy told me. And I can sum it up like this:
-Pyramid schemes
-Scams
-Get-rich-quick programs
-Cash advances
He FALLS for all that crap. Ever since I was 5 years old, he's kept ARCHIVES of paper material and now he's doing a combination of paper and electronic equivalent. He has sworn that persisting in these things will pay off one day.
And not only that, but he's also got a $15,000 lawsuit against him for god knows what! But I don't know anything about that, so I can't really touch on it.
So, this debt...apparently it'll affect my mom and any bills for the house too. It will run into "delinquency" (whatever that means) if a payment isn't made soon. My dad totally stealthed on me and my mom. I got played for a fool for even helping him set up the means to access the internet.
My mom promptly called my brother (he's trusted and knowledgeable; if I've ever mentioned him...yes, it's the same one) and he said he would talk to my dad tomorrow morning.
I'm not going to go into the cliché Livejournal-like emo details of my thought process. My dad just made my birthday go down the shitter. I looked at my Wii out of randomness and decided that, while I don't really deserve my Wii due to what's going on with my life, my dad bought it. Looking at it gave me guilt pangs gnawing at me but after giving it some thought, they nicely changed to revenge. (Oops, totally broke my promise. Sorry. I'll run my nads into a pointy desk corner later!) My dad got a job recently to get out of a pointless rut and I thought things would recover, so he bought me that Wii.
If nothing will come out of that talk tomorrow morning, my dad will get a rude awakening with that thing back in its box on his bed when he gets back from work.
I can't risk screwing around. I'm trying to go to college for fuck's sake. I want bash it into my dad's head that everything he knows is wrong and that it isn't the end of the world if he gives up on it. He's old, the best job he's gotten is a hotel valet, and this is very likely his outlet. But this is uncalled for. |