Seems to me that "Dad" has gotta make sure that everyone thinks he's the best Dad, does everything for Dixie and is still "raising her". He's gotta have the upper hand in each and every decision, and of course, he believes he's making all of them...not Dixie!
I would tell him that the "green backs" ($$) would help you more than used furniture if he wanted to contribute and take it without any guilty feelings...
That's exactly what he's like, only he thinks I am an incompetent fool that is feeble minded and unable to make my own decisions. It's his way of maintaining some sort of control. He's a retired teacher and he can't shake off the fact that when he's home, he can't be telling everyone what to do right down to the smallest detail. Everyday when I come home, I immediately have to be at his beck and call. It is constantly "Do this!", "Do that!", and "Pick that up! It doesn't belong there!". If it's not that it is: "You do nothing around here!"
Other times our conversation goes something like:
"Will you do ___________???"
"Yeah, sure."
"Today?"
"Yeah"
"This morning?"
(Now annoyed) "Yes"
"Before you leave?"
"Yes! I said yes the first time!"
"I only asked you once!!"
"No, you asked me, then asked again an additional three times within the last five minutes before I've even gotten a chance to finish my coffee!!"
"Hey, don't talk to me like that!"
I then groan and roll my eyes.
It's a daily cycle. A lot of times he will say yes I can borrow such and such item, then when I borrow it and return it, he then gets all over me and says I wasn't allowed to borrow it and that I shouldn't take the item again in the future. Then my mom usually has to step and and remind him that he did in fact give me the consent to borrow the said item.
As for giving me money, PFFFFTTTT!!!!!! That won't happen! He spends money faster than he can make it. He is always on this tirade that we need to be saving money, saving money, saving money. But then he will turn around and spend $65 on a fishing reel on eBay. If I spend $65 on something, he throws a fit, despite that it is my own hard earned money.
He would rather give me his junk than to give me a little bit of money to help buy some decent used furniture.
I'm his broken child remember that isn't worth spending a whole lot on? Yes, I understand that when I move out there is a good chance that I will break the relationship for the sake of my sanity, but I have to draw the line somewhere. He wants me out, but I know he will be calling everyday or coming over to 'check on me'. :roll: I will flat out have to tell him, I have moved out, there is no need for him to come and tell me how to live my life anymore as i don't tell him how to live his.