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Jan. 3rd, 2003 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sethrakI'm more than a little irritated with my father right now.
A little over a month ago, he noticed an Honor Harrington book I'd left in the bathroom and inquired if he could borrow them. I told him I had the whole series and would let him borrow them all. Hitherto he's been a very well-mannered borrower.
Yesterday, he came in my room with 'Field of Dishonor', and said he was done with it. I was reading an AMG manga and didn't want to put it down. I smiled, thanked him for returning the book, and said I'd bring him the next one later. He nodded and left.
I finished the manga, did a few other things which involved walking in and out of my room, and an hour passed. A little while after that, I went past his bedroom. I glanced in, and noticed he was reading 'Flag in Exile', the next Harrington book.
I thought to myself 'Wait a minute.... did I loan him that already? I don't remember doing so...'
'Nope, self, I didn't'
I poked my head in the door. "Um, Dad, where did you get that book?"
He grinned at me mock innocently.
"Dad... did you go in my room to get that book?"
Dad: "Well, yeah.... but I didn't disturb anything"
Me: "That's not acceptable, Dad. As soon as Mom's off the phone with jerry I'm talking to her about this"
The thing that galls me, is that he didn't just take it off a bookshelf in the middle of my room. I keep those books - and a lot of important papers of varying levels of privacy - on the shelves above my bed. The one he took, as a matter of fact, was on a part of the shelf behind my pillow, which means he had to half-climb onto my bunk to get to it, and move around a fair number of items.
He still doesn't see the problem. He thinks there's nothing wrong with wandering into my room at any time, and touching, looking and, or taking any of my stuff he pleases. He said as much when Mom and I talked to him. It comes under the heading of his personal interpretation of "Under my house, under my rules". Mom was little help. She said it would have been ok for him to go get the next book if I had been out of the house and unable to get it for him. but she did get annoyed that he'd done so when I was available to get it for him.
I love my family. -_-
He kept wandering in and out of my room for no apparent reason later that evening, too. He walked in, looked around a little; I asked what he wanted; he'd either smile and keep silent or say "Oh, nothing"; I'd tell him if he didn't want anything he should leave, and then he'd wander back out.
This is not remotely acceptable.
Being under their roof entitles my parents to a number of things. But at the age of 25, the right to wander in and out aimlessly, as if they're making sure I'm not getting into trouble, the way they do with my six year old sister, is not one of those things. Nor is the right to go into my room and take things.
He's not getting the next book until he apologizes to me. I'm putting them in the attic to prevent him from simply taking them.
Rage. Much rage.
A little over a month ago, he noticed an Honor Harrington book I'd left in the bathroom and inquired if he could borrow them. I told him I had the whole series and would let him borrow them all. Hitherto he's been a very well-mannered borrower.
Yesterday, he came in my room with 'Field of Dishonor', and said he was done with it. I was reading an AMG manga and didn't want to put it down. I smiled, thanked him for returning the book, and said I'd bring him the next one later. He nodded and left.
I finished the manga, did a few other things which involved walking in and out of my room, and an hour passed. A little while after that, I went past his bedroom. I glanced in, and noticed he was reading 'Flag in Exile', the next Harrington book.
I thought to myself 'Wait a minute.... did I loan him that already? I don't remember doing so...'
'Nope, self, I didn't'
I poked my head in the door. "Um, Dad, where did you get that book?"
He grinned at me mock innocently.
"Dad... did you go in my room to get that book?"
Dad: "Well, yeah.... but I didn't disturb anything"
Me: "That's not acceptable, Dad. As soon as Mom's off the phone with jerry I'm talking to her about this"
The thing that galls me, is that he didn't just take it off a bookshelf in the middle of my room. I keep those books - and a lot of important papers of varying levels of privacy - on the shelves above my bed. The one he took, as a matter of fact, was on a part of the shelf behind my pillow, which means he had to half-climb onto my bunk to get to it, and move around a fair number of items.
He still doesn't see the problem. He thinks there's nothing wrong with wandering into my room at any time, and touching, looking and, or taking any of my stuff he pleases. He said as much when Mom and I talked to him. It comes under the heading of his personal interpretation of "Under my house, under my rules". Mom was little help. She said it would have been ok for him to go get the next book if I had been out of the house and unable to get it for him. but she did get annoyed that he'd done so when I was available to get it for him.
I love my family. -_-
He kept wandering in and out of my room for no apparent reason later that evening, too. He walked in, looked around a little; I asked what he wanted; he'd either smile and keep silent or say "Oh, nothing"; I'd tell him if he didn't want anything he should leave, and then he'd wander back out.
This is not remotely acceptable.
Being under their roof entitles my parents to a number of things. But at the age of 25, the right to wander in and out aimlessly, as if they're making sure I'm not getting into trouble, the way they do with my six year old sister, is not one of those things. Nor is the right to go into my room and take things.
He's not getting the next book until he apologizes to me. I'm putting them in the attic to prevent him from simply taking them.
Rage. Much rage.
