I met up with my dad for lunch today. The very first thing he said to me was, "wow, you've gained a lot of weight! What happened? You must not be dieting again."

For the record, I've never dieted in my life.

I hate that he projects his own image problems onto me!

At least today's lunch wasn't too painful. He had the usual questions about my mom's family. He even asked me if my grandmother asked about him. My dad used to be the apple of my grandma's eye, until he proved how awfully he treated my mom.

To be fair, my mom never understood or empathized with my dad's depression. She just couldn't wrap her head around it. She thought being depressed was something he chose. And she often said, "if he is so depressed, why is always out with other women?" It's as if she didn't think he had anything to be depressed about and he was only using it as an excuse for his actions. *sigh*

And I think my dad was feeling a little sorry for me and upcoming leaky condo payments. He's offered to take out some of his retirement savings to help me out. It's money I could use, definitely, but I don't want him to use his retirement savings on me. My mom still tells me to ask him for money. Ugh. She thinks his money should be mine. Ugh.

Sometimes I think how nice it would be to have the money from selling my condo. I'd be able to pay off my mortgage and almost have enough for s tiny 1 bedroom shack *L* Or I have a nice down payment for another condo. My dad suggested I sell my place, buy more property, rent it out while I live in uncle's house. That idea is semi-ridiculous. I'm not going to live in my uncle's house!