I know this is bad to feel or think but I can't help it. I really wish my dad had died with this last heart attack. He is acting like he deserves the father of the year award and he doesn't deserve jack shit. He puts us down for every thing we do with our kids, complains about my cooking but refuses to cook or give ideas as to what he wants, he thinks my "adopted" sister has to tell him everything about where she's going and who she's with. She's 19 and isn't even legally or biologically his. He is a hypocrite who threatens to hit my brothers over damn cigarettes almost daily but bitches at me when I do it for them waking up my son. He also told my husband he better do the dishes now even though he was getting my oldest down for bed and my son won't sleep without daddy putting him to sleep. So my dad bangs a chair and wakes up my other kid.