I don't know what's gotten into my dad over the years. Wait, I do. His wife, our (me, my brother, and sister) step-mother, who hates our guts with a passion. The decisions he's made, and the things he's done have all been influenced by her scheming, manipulative mind in one way or another, and I can't stand it. She's got him wrapped around her fingers so tight I'm sure it's cutting off the circulation. I hope her fingers fall off. My dad apparently doesn't see it that way. I know for a fact though, if she told him to jump off a bridge, he would do it without a second thought. I mean, she's already gotten him to stop talking to his family just because they talk to my mom, brother, sister, and myself because, according to what I'm sure was something his wife said, my mom "spreads lies." Yeah, right. So my mom tried to get herself in trouble when she e-mailed my dad once to talk about child support money that she hasn't been getting then? And my dad's wife definitely didn't pose as my dad when replying to her e-mail, and then tried to get my mom in trouble with her supervisor for "flirting with my dad" when she was just asking about child support money. Uh-huh, sure. My mom hasn't even seen my dad since last March at his mom's funeral, the only time in 11 years, and even then they rarely looked at each other, let alone flirt. I still can't believe he brought his wife to the funeral. She didn't even like my dad's mom, let alone anyone in his family. Nobody wanted her there so I don't know why she even showed up. And she had the nerve to act like nothing had ever happened.
Witch.
Anyways, long story short, my dad adopted another baby, and it was more than likely the evil step-mother's decision. So now, that makes two. Now, I don't see any problems with adopting, in fact, I encourage it because it helps children have better lives instead of being forced to move from foster home to foster home without getting to really call one place "home". The first adoption was fine in itself - they adopted our baby cousin from his sister's daughter, his niece, who was unfortunately unable to take care of the baby. My concern lies in the fact that he adopted another baby, didn't tell any of us except for my brother who talked to him today, knowing full well that he doesn't have the money. Or at least, that's what he tells me all the time. He's promised me something for my graduation, which I still haven't gotten, and it's been almost a year now. He still owes me for my birthday, and he still owes us for Christmas last year too. And then out of nowhere, he adopts again.
I really can't stand the fact that he wastes no time in telling my brother, sister, and I that he "wishes he could have more money so that he could do more things with us" while we are out there with him, only to find out that he goes and adopts two babies in about a year's time. That, and he's moved. Again. Every single time go out to see him for the summer, every year, he's always moved to a new place. This time, it's Los Angeles. The time before that was San Jose. Before that was Oakland, and before that was Las Vegas, with each one-bedroom apartment being more lavish and sophisticated than the last. I freaking swear, if he tries to pull that "I wish I could have more money to spend on you" bullshit again, he'll never hear the end of it from me. And he doesn't understand why I never have much to say to him anymore these days...
Witch.
Anyways, long story short, my dad adopted another baby, and it was more than likely the evil step-mother's decision. So now, that makes two. Now, I don't see any problems with adopting, in fact, I encourage it because it helps children have better lives instead of being forced to move from foster home to foster home without getting to really call one place "home". The first adoption was fine in itself - they adopted our baby cousin from his sister's daughter, his niece, who was unfortunately unable to take care of the baby. My concern lies in the fact that he adopted another baby, didn't tell any of us except for my brother who talked to him today, knowing full well that he doesn't have the money. Or at least, that's what he tells me all the time. He's promised me something for my graduation, which I still haven't gotten, and it's been almost a year now. He still owes me for my birthday, and he still owes us for Christmas last year too. And then out of nowhere, he adopts again.
I really can't stand the fact that he wastes no time in telling my brother, sister, and I that he "wishes he could have more money so that he could do more things with us" while we are out there with him, only to find out that he goes and adopts two babies in about a year's time. That, and he's moved. Again. Every single time go out to see him for the summer, every year, he's always moved to a new place. This time, it's Los Angeles. The time before that was San Jose. Before that was Oakland, and before that was Las Vegas, with each one-bedroom apartment being more lavish and sophisticated than the last. I freaking swear, if he tries to pull that "I wish I could have more money to spend on you" bullshit again, he'll never hear the end of it from me. And he doesn't understand why I never have much to say to him anymore these days...
