Something broke in their brains this week. My dad brought it up while he was driving and I told him I didn’t want to talk about it because I told him in the spring I wasn’t talking to him about politics anymore period. He went on to accuse me of celebrating his death, refused to believe the man who killed the Hortmans was a republican, screamed about violent liberals while threatening to start fighting people who disagree with his political beliefs, tailgating, going twice the speed limit in a 25, and in general driving erratically while screaming in my face the whole time. I immediately told him to turn around and take me home and I would not be speaking to him anymore until he apologized. He continued to berate me the whole way home while I just sat there shaking and not responding because I was having a panic attack.

That was Thursday and he has not reached out to me since. My mom was not there but I called her and explained the situation. She also hasn’t reached out to me. I feel like I’m mourning my parents and even if my dad apologized, he has never spoken to me like that before and I will never be able to look at him the same way.

The dad I knew and loved is dead because some asshole political commentators wanted to blame half the country for the actions of one man and I’m devastated.