My dad is certifiable

I love my mom. I also love my dad. So it really, really sucks when I try to do something nice for one of them and the other gets pissed off about it 'cuz now I have to write about the one who's pissed!

Last week, my mom told me that my dad has finally given her the ok to have a cell phone since darling hubby and I will be paying for the monthly fee anyway. And yes, I write "...finally given her the ok." No, my mom is really not my dad's child. And yes, they do live here in the United States where women have rights. But my dad is Filipino and very much old-school --- a lethal combination. To say that my dad is controlling and irrational is an understatement. He truly is a certifiable nut. Most of it I'm sure is due to his years of alcoholism, caused by trying to self-medicate his depression.

Anyway, so today I went out with my mom to get her cell phone that I promised her which she said was alright to get. She was very excited to learn, and I was excited to teach so it was fun all the way around. My mom's original plan was not to tell my dad about her new cell phone until a few days later for really no good reason, so I talked her into telling him tonight. My thing was, it's better to be upfront about it. My mom should've gone with her instinct.

At 11:00 pm as I was preparing to go to bed, my cell phone rings and the caller ID said "Mom @ cell". I don't normally even try to answer because we don't get a signal in our house anyway, but I thought it might be an emergency. Sho' 'nuff 'twas. It was my dad on the other line talking at me about how "crazy like a fox" I was for getting my mom something she really didn't need.

That call really made me sad and mad at the same time. I'm a grown woman, damn it! Stop trying to talk at me, and more importantly, leave me out of your crazy, wacky world! This is exactly the reason why you and I don't have a relationship --- because you are insane! Make up your mind what you want and stick with it!!!!! ARRGGHHH!!!