jburhite

Its been a few days since I've written, and it has been quite a weekend. The weekend should have been fun but it was mostly painful.
I traveled across state to pick up my brother and then traveled another couple hours up to my dads. My brother and I have been working on building a cabin on my dads acreage, my dad has so far funded the 4,000 for building materials. When we left the place 3 weeks ago we had gotten far in a few days of construction, most of the framing done, but had to leave the roof off. Becuase of work and weather, we couldn't get back to it any sooner. Heavy rain took its toll. It damaged some wood, but the insulation in the floor absorbed a ton of water and has all are floor joists sagging under the weight. There are more problems, but that wasn't the painful part of this weekend.
My father is an alcaholic, has been for over 10 years, since my parents split up. He is not an easy person to get along with when he's drunk, which is most of the time. I was trying to repeatedly explain the problem to him and how I wanted to solve it, which would obviously mean buying some more materials. He wanted to use some railroad ties we had from ripping out some fences as supports, but he wouldn't tell me how he planned to use them. He got angry and beligerant when I continually asked him what he planned on doing with them. He kept saying, just load them up, don't question me, etc. I guessed, and correctly when he finally said what he planned, was to dig wholes under joists, since the cabin is jacked up on stilts like, and angle them to the posts holding the structure. I told him that wouldnt work. and he got mad, calling me a smart ass. but we needed the r.r. ties for gate posts anyways so me and my brother went and loaded the heavy fuckers. See me and my brother have always done work for my father, not that I mind working, but most of the time he just passes out or stands around. So we were irritated that he was making us do some pointless work, when we had a very limited timeline. We were a good 400 yards away, down a hill loading these ties into a truck. Bitching about our dad, who was standing up in the sun downing 3 beers. Then he appears at the top of the hill yelling shit, we cant even make out because hes too far away, he comes down the hill totally irate, yelling at my brother "Never to fucking mock him" Apparetnly he guessed we were bitching, but he couldn't have possibly heard us, also he kept saying my brother called him an asshole. He comes down here yelling at us and shit, calling us smartasses, saying we think he is a jackass and calling us motherfuckers and shit. My brother had enough and during a rant he goes to the truck and grabs one of the two cases of beer my dad had brought along, and drops it at my dads feet, saying something about that he isn't our problem, his drinking is. Then my dad swings at my brother and hits him in the chest. My brother, 17, is an awesome wrestler, and grabs my dads arm and takes him to the ground, and they wrestle a bit while my brother pins him down and is yelling to calm down. I know my brother wouldn't hurt him, he could have if he wanted, I just watched to make sure my dad didn't slip out and start swinging again. After a bit my bro gets up and walks away, my dad gets up and is yelling shit, immediately claiming that my brother jumped him, saying that he punched him in the face, which did not happen. I try talkiing with him, but he just starts saying things. This isnt the first serious fight we've had with him. But the things he says when he's like that cuts very deep. He called us quitters, that he knew we were never gonna finish this project and that he would have to. That we were after his money and his land, and fuck us, he was gonna leave it to our step sisters and shit. Calling us pussies and cowards and things. He might never remember saying this by now, but I wont forget it. Then he tried driving home in an unplated van while drinking and angry. My brother and I were, A. scared he was going to get in serious trouble with the law, and B. try and hit us. (he made an attempt once to hit some people he had a confrontation with once before with a car) He finally let us drive him home, and I had to listen to him insult and yell at us in our faces for the next 15 minutes. I could go so much more into this, but once we got home he calmed a little and we talked, and he apologized. He always apologizes, and it might clear his slate, but it doesn't erase so easily for me. I love my dad a lot, he is a good man when he's sober, however seldom that may be. Otherwise I wouldn't put up with this, I wouldn't with anyone else. I've had to throw him before, (I think he attacked my brother becuase he might be afraid of me, I'm not tall but I am a solid, muscular guy at 210 lbs. but my brother who is about 150, is very strong and skilled wrestler, no one to be messed with)
After all that , me and my brother got a days work on our cabin, and got our trusses up and some lateral roof supports, I'm very pleased with out work. This project is something I've been dreaming of for a while, I see it as a way to contribute to my dad, something that the 3 of us can share, to hunt and camp in. Plus it adds value to the property. I love that land, its been a part of my life and childhood, its beautiful country in that part. But I would never scheme my father for it, and it was so insulting and hurtful that he can say that, and I think that he may really believe it. Anyways, its bedtime. I never wish that kind of hurt on anyone. Hurt from someone you love is the worst ever.