Made it!

So last Friday rolled in like a lion, I’ve been packing all my belongings the majority of the week and poking them away in my newly built detached garage. This whole time having to dodge the old man now and then, he would look in my boxes to see if there was taking an item that wasn’t mine
The garage is the last area I pulled my belongings from, that’s where the fun started. Just as I was taking down my Bow Flex Pops drove into the garage, I kept on working and ignored him. He stood there for a minute grabbed his briefcase and walked into the house. “Whew, good no smart ass remarks”.
About fifteen minutes later running face to face with him, he pushed me up against the wall and insisted that he look in the back of my truck, I invited him to look. He found nothing of his in there, then continued to dismantle the Bow Flex, when he grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around, “Give me Jacks phone number, I know he has my scales, I want them now!” standing there with a smirk on my face and flipped the wrench in my hand as if to let him know “I’m not afraid to use this” on him as well. Then pulled my shoulder from out of his grip and said that he might want to check his office that Jacks didn’t have anything of his, didn’t want anything of his and could care less if he did have anything of his. This reply infuriated him so he resolved to poke me in the chest accusing me of turning Jacks against him that Lori wouldn’t cuddle with him anymore because I said Daddy was mean.
Each jab made me angrier and with each one I would see or hear some stupid ass act he might have pulled on me or Jacks in the past. After the tenth or eleventh poke I swished his finger away and let him have it, I placed the head of the wrench in his chest and pushed with a smile on my face. I informed him I’m no longer living under “His roof” that this kind of torment was unacceptable, that his delusional acts of stupidity were going to stop. The next time he laid a hand on me he would find himself on the floor, no matter what. Then I chose to use some language he would understand and explained to him why Jacks wants nothing to do with him and how his own daughter is repulsed by the sight of him.
After I told him how I felt about him, how he needed to grow up and learn some of the values he gave us, everyone in the family thinks he’s off his rocker. How his own father feels like he needs to be put into a Nut House. How his mother was so sad because she didn’t know where she had gone wrong with him. He was an insult and embarrassment to every male on the planet and we were all ashamed of him. That if he was so afraid of us leaving him behind that pushing us out the door with evil acts was an odd way to keep us around.
I can’t believe when I was younger I wanted to be just like him, was so proud to have him as my Dad, if felt to trust him with my feelings and dreams and aspirations in life. Now all I see is an envious old man, someone that’s afraid to see his children go farther in life than he.
He stood there in awe, said nothing to me just looking. I could tell I hurt him with my words and possibly the wrench in his chest. I didn’t move, nor blink, only staring straight into his eyes. After a good five minutes he walked out of the garage and into his office, I continued to load up the truck with the last of my items. Called a few friends to go out to dinner with and tried to forget the look on his face. Walked into the house and said my goodbyes to Mom and Lori and that I loved them…….that is where I stand now.