I’m having a really tough time talking to my stepfather, who has always been a bit miserable, but over the past few months this has ramped up to levels that are causing issues throughout any place that he is.
Part of the problem is that he isn’t just miserable, he is exceedingly childish, so you have to walk on eggshells around him in case you say the ‘wrong’ thing.
A typical example. We were talking about desk fans. He said you don’t need electricity to make a fan work. So, I show interest ‘oh, how does that work?’ He says there are videos on Youtube saying you just need some dowel and elastic bands, then you give it a spin and it will carry on running forever. I say ‘wouldn’t that violate one of the laws of Thermodynamics?’ He says a blank no. ‘Oh, I didn’t realise that was possible’ I say, trying to show interest. Later he sends me YouTube videos as ‘proof’. I say I think that they may be fake as there’s a jump in the cut and that the motion of the fan will lose power’. I say I think, rather than I know, because I don’t want to outright say he’s wrong, and maybe we can reach the conclusion that it is maybe not real together. But no. Now he’s not spoken to me for a fortnight.
And this is just one example. You can’t be around him for more than three minutes before he is sulking. You can’t ever have a different idea to him, different opinion to him or know something different to him. You must never be better than him at anything.
My parents came up from London with my brother, who fixed part of our roof, and he literally sat in another part of the house the entire time because he wasn’t the one fixing the roof.
Likewise he has a dash cam. It’s not wired in, just lose wires plugged into a USB on the dash. For years he’s been complaining about it and saying he wants to wire it in. He never does, just complains. So after five whole years of it my mother and brother wired it all in properly. Now it’s all set up perfect. But no, he’s angry and wants to rip it all out because it’s wrong. He doesn’t know why it’s wrong, it just is, so he has pulled all the wires out and it’s currently not working at all.
The thing is, I now dread seeing him. Which means in turn I dread seeing my mother. And my mother is really struggling with it.
He’s been to the doctor many times, and it’s been going on for years, but it’s got worse.
The other day I was speaking to ma and she said he was off to work soon (he’s a London bus driver). I said it was a late start. She said yes, 2:00-11:50pm. I said what were his hours the next day. He said even later. 3pm - 1am. So she repeats that, saying they’d be up late. Then he calls out ‘your mother is stupid’. I ask why? He says because tomorrow’s hours are the same as today’s. Then he calls her stupid again and storms off. She has no way of knowing his hours because they are only on his driver’s app and it’s almost impossible to get any information out of him. Telling me my mother is stupid is the only thing he’s said to me since I dared show any doubt about a YT perpetual motion machine.
The thing is, and this is only my feeling on it, he seems to ‘like’ the attention of being miserable because it means he has justification to be nasty to people, or to very obviously ‘sulk’ in front of people. And by obviously you can try talking to him and he won’t look at, speak to or acknowledge your presence. This can go on for days or weeks.
It’s exhausting and it’s affecting my contact with my mother.