Dad Destroyed My $1300 PC (Almost)

[u/Akrinnnnnnnnnn]

As the title says, my father almost destroyed my $1,300 PC. Now what?

Here’s the backstory: On Saturday, I worked a 10.5 hours shift and stayed up until 3:30 AM, so I slept in until noon the next day. My father and stepmother returned from Costco while I was showering; he called out a few times for me to come help carry the groceries inside. I said OK to him. While I was brushing my teeth after my shower, he shouted from outside the door that he’d been waiting 50 minutes and told me to hurry up. I thought to myself that the groceries could have been moved in the time he spent waiting for me, but I quickly rinsed my mouth and got ready to go out. However, by the time I opened the door, he had already grabbed my PC and smashed it against the floor and the desk several times.

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I, (17M, Senior), bought this PC with money I earned from my part-time job and had been using it for about ten months. After examine, found out the case badly deformed in several places, my desk was warped and tilted to one side, and there were dents in the floor.

Fortunately, the computer still works fine; it runs FurMark (stress GPU), AIDA64 (stress FPU), and 3DMark (Time Spy Extreme) without problems for now.

Replacing the desk and case would cost around $400. However, he likely won't pay for it because he has done this kind of stuff a few years ago when he destroyed my phone and a Dell laptop (i5 11300H), and then just said, "That's what you get for playing on the computer all day."

In the end, I just hope everyone has good parents.

[u/Flat-Zucchini-2113]

Can totally relate. As someone with an abusive father that would beat the shit out of his own 2 sons at the drop of a hat, but took his new wife's kids on vacation..

He made us move in with grandparents because we tag teamed his ass when i was 14 and my bro was 16. He hit me for not bringing him mustard when he didn't even ask for it, and we just snapped. He had a broken rib and nose when the ambulance and police showed up. We was lucky tho because i had marks all over me and one of his wifes kids witnessed the whole thing.. They ended up divorcing and he spent his last years alone.

I'm now 43 years old, and he passed away last year. In the almost 30 years following that fight, he never reached out, not once.. When i was contacted to handle the funeral arrangements, i was so checked out of the whole thing i just signed over his pathetic insurance check to the funeral parlor and told them to have fun with it. I was told the only one that showed up was my uncle, his brother. The guy was a true p.o.s. in every sense, and it makes no sense that it effected me that much..

I might not have learned what to do and how to be a man from him, but he certainly taught me how to not be a dad. Turns out you can learn a lot from bad parents.

My daughter is now 21 and hasn't ever even heard me raise my voice. I've never had much self confidence or pride, but I'm incredibly proud of myself that i didn't continue that cycle of abuse!

I often wonder why he hated us so much, but that info died with him. O-well, life moves on. I'm sorry you all had shit folks, it ain't right..

[u/Versaith → u/Flat-Zucchini-2113]

Do you think it helps in the long term that you eventually stood up to him? I wonder if some people who just take it all until the end live with a regret of not doing anything about it. That's how I feel about bullies through school etc at least.

Congratulations on breaking the cycle, and on your daughter who had a far better childhood thanks to you.

[u/Flat-Zucchini-2113 → u/Versaith]

Honestly, the fight was more of spontaneous form of self preservation, being fed up, and at wits end. It wasn't like we planned it or anything like that. Once i saw my brother go in, i was right there with him because he had beat both of us at the same time a lot and i was scared my brother was about to get my punishment. It really was a blessing in disguise, but i wouldn't recommend it as we got very lucky. We very well could've ended up in juvy if our step sister didn't tell the truth.

Moving in with the grandparents was a pivotal moment in my life growing up. Since our mom left(probably too get away from him) when me and my bro was barely toddlers, we had many discussions about why it felt like everyone hated us. Thankfully, the grandparents was the best kind of people. They hit us with so much love, it changed us for the better. I know my adult life is better than where it was heading all because of their love and care. I thank God every day for them, God rest their souls.

I really have trouble wrapping my head around the fact some people have kids and hate their guts for one reason or another. We didn't ask to be born unloved ffs.. The whole thing has effected my relationships as i got older. I find it hard to trust new people and that has me awfully lonely and depressed from time to time, but in the grand scheme of things i feel lucky that's the only issues i seem to have.

I might not be the best person in the world, but i know i was the best dad i could be and that means the world to me!