One day while I was in the kitchen my Dad came up behind me and asked me the strangest thing. He asked me if we did things together. I didn't know how to take this at the time. He barely acknowledged my existence, what did he mean do we do things together. He cleared his throat and asked it again. At the time, I didn't realize what was going on, and I was so damn paranoid that I didn't trust anyone. I said sure, all the time, in my best most sarcastic tone. He said that he bought a model of the Goodyear blimp that had light up parts and wanted to know if I would help him construct it. . Was this a test? Was this more bullshit from another family member? No, it wasn't. He was being honest. The night I helped him clear some room on the dining room table and we got started. I was trying to gauge if this was a trick or not, but no. It seemed genuine. Over the next several nights dad and I met to work on the model. We talked and laughed and I felt like we were finally making a connection. We were getting close to finishing the model when one night my mom's mood swung into exorcist mode. Dad and I were sitting and talking about how the model should work and the best plan for getting the lighted parts together, when from nowhere, mom snuck up on us and bashed the model with the handle of a broom. Dad and I flew backwards out of the way and mom kept bringing the broom handle down repeatedly until there was nothing left of the model but shattered pieces. I crawled to a corner to try and get out of the way. I sat there shaking and staring at my mom who'd gone completely insane. Dad had backed up several feet and was watching in complete amazement and horror. After mom had destroyed the model completely, she turned to my dad and with complete venom in her voice told him that if he wanted to build a model he should not use up the kitchen table. She pointed the broom handle at me and told me to go to hell. I ran from the room. My mom went ballistic several more times that night on dad. I'm ashamed to say I hid in my room scared to death.
. Was this a test? Was this more bullshit from another family member? No, it wasn't. He was being honest. The night I helped him clear some room on the dining room table and we got started. I was trying to gauge if this was a trick or not, but no. It seemed genuine. Over the next several nights dad and I met to work on the model. We talked and laughed and I felt like we were finally making a connection. We were getting close to finishing the model when one night my mom's mood swung into exorcist mode. Dad and I were sitting and talking about how the model should work and the best plan for getting the lighted parts together, when from nowhere, mom snuck up on us and bashed the model with the handle of a broom. Dad and I flew backwards out of the way and mom kept bringing the broom handle down repeatedly until there was nothing left of the model but shattered pieces. I crawled to a corner to try and get out of the way. I sat there shaking and staring at my mom who'd gone completely insane. Dad had backed up several feet and was watching in complete amazement and horror. After mom had destroyed the model completely, she turned to my dad and with complete venom in her voice told him that if he wanted to build a model he should not use up the kitchen table. She pointed the broom handle at me and told me to go to hell. I ran from the room. My mom went ballistic several more times that night on dad. I'm ashamed to say I hid in my room scared to death. 
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