Not a sex story but my dad's anxiety and depression is getting old. I'm sick of walking around egg shells and having alter my schedule like when I want grab a snack out of the fridge because avoiding him is the only way to not hurt his feelings.

He can't think of anything interesting to say so when he sees me (or anyone else in the family) he just blurts out the first criticism or insult he can think of. If you ignore it and just go about your business he keeps saying uncomfortable shit until you confront him or softly jab him back and then he retreats and goes into defensive victim-mode. He is 64 and it has gotten so much worse in the last few years. There is no doubt in my mind his test is low.

For an example just now up out of bed to snack and he was in the kitchen preparing food. Fuck. I said Hi Dad. He blurted out "oh so you had a smorgasbord of food yesterday huh?" I wanted to just say fuck off I'll eat what I want I'm the one who has lost 30 pounds in 3 months when you have been on a 40 year unsuccessful diet. But I held my tongue and just replied that I didn't eat much the last few days so I'm catching up today.

Unsatisfied with my patience he saw me slicing off some cheese and said "I thought that stuff bloats you?" Me: "yep." Him: "What are you doing up right now?" Me: "Why are you up right now?"

Then he started actually making whining sounds like a dog and repeatedly sighing. I asked him why he was making those noises. He got huffy and said "I don't like it when you attack me!"

I silently thought oh fucking Christ here we go. I went back to my room and then back out to the kitchen for another piece. I asked him if he was up for the day or going back to bed. He just ignored me and pretended I wasn't talking to him.

So now I can either go into the kitchen and have an uncomfortable interaction in order to get a glass of water of just stay in my room and try to go to sleep. How fucking ridiculous.

This is my life everyday right now.