I’m raging right now, but I’ll try to make this as comprehensible as possible. And I apologize, but this is long. Although chances are, your ass is on SRK on a Sunday so you ain’t got shit to do anyway. As the title states, my dad is a piece of shit. A little background before I delve into the ‘why’:
At the beginning of 2010, I decided to pursue a private pilot license. It’s a very expensive endeavor that wouldn’t allow me to live by myself if I wanted to get it within the next 53833334 years. So I decided to move in with my uncle and grandmother. This way, I could be done in a year. Of course I bring my LCD and my consoles with me.
For the past two months, I’ve been in Texas visiting my mother. I left my stuff here (why wouldn’t I?). I just came back today.
…why did I walk in the house a few minutes ago, go to my room and find all my stuff gone? I figured, “maybe they cleaned up or something…”
So I call my uncle. He tells me that sometime in July, my dad waited until my granny and uncle went to church and pawned all of my stuff off. My unc says he hasn’t been back over here since. And just for the record, the stuff was here when I left on July 10th. Now let me give you an idea of my relationship with my “dad”:
At 12 years old, he sold my bike that my granny got me for Christmas…the coming February. Same situation. Came home, ready to ride around the lake. Hey look the bike is gone.
When I was a little kid, without saying anything, he would just snatch the remote out of my hand and change the channel.
Since then, most of our conversations have gone something like this:
Him - "Sup…"
Me - “Hi…”
When he pulled the aforementioned stunts, I was upset. Sure. But I was a little kid at the time. WTF was I going to do? Clearly that’s not the case now. I really just want to find him and punch the shit out his ass. Or at least get my stuff back or some money in return. We won’t be talking. I don’t want anything to do with him. Period. If he died tomorrow, at least I’d feel content knowing my stuff would be here when I leave and come back.
He hasn’t been here since and I suspect that he won’t come back anything soon. Luckily, I know how to find him. And I know the exact pawn shop he took the stuff to. Is there some sort of legal action I can take? I don’t even know if this fucker has a job (apparently not if he’s stealing from me). If not, I would love nothing more right now than to grab this bat, drive over there and open a nice glass of Vigilante’.
What would Jesus do? What would you do?