This turned into an extraordinary long rant. Just ignore it if you want. Actually, it became practically an essay, so I'm going to white it out.
I want to go back to university. Just... work is okay, but my interactions with my father have an expiry date. Sometimes I think it's just not worth talking to him, especially about my brother.
And he wonders why my brother doesn't want to talk to him. Because he can be an arse sometimes, that's why. Especially about money. About everything else, nope. But work and money - always.
My brother is trying to find work. He's not out door knocking because we're a big enough place that people will laugh at you door knocking, and point to their email and online application forms.
But because my father doesn't see it, and he has no respect for the work my brother wants to do (scriptwriting), and he thinks he's going to be an abysmal failure and not get a university degree like my dad needs him to do to validate his parenting...
My father is a good dad. He really is. But gosh, he needs to learn that an 18 year old is not going to listen to you when you have no respect for him, think he's a failure before even giving him the chance to try, and subtly suggest that teaching might be a better profession at every turn.
And he's not helping himself by telling his adult daughter that she's selfish and should be prepared to settle for bad pick up lines. Honestly, I'm not even sure how that came into conversation.
If tavis doesn't find work, bloody hell, I'll fr*cken support him - he can move in with me. I think that if they can get it, everyone is justified to a year of finding their feet. Obviously the world isn't perfect, and it doesn't work out that way, but damn it, my parents granted me two years to figure things out because I was in the health sciences. I'm not going to just let tavis flounder because they judge his choice of career as less than it is.
Just.. urgh. And then he wonders why we don't involve him in our decision making. It's because we did once, and we don't really want the argument over what he's going to say.
ETA: My father is a good father, and I have full belief in his capability to support me with whatever I come to him with. I'm never worried about his affection for me or my brother. He just comes from a totally different background, and while he's miles ahead of my grandmother in attitude, he's still of the belief that everything will go to shit at a moments notice, and he worries. When he's tired, his worrying turns into this, and I'm just a bit tired of the same conversation.