I am open to criticism with logic behind it and elaboration.
Let's get some things straightened out: I (16F) live with my mom and dad (both 48). Over the course of my life, I've struggled with lying and hiding, which I actively try my best not to do. I want to fix myself, but I do slip up. My father also hates liars, which matters to what happened.
Now, the story.
It started with me sleeping until 9:00 AM, even though the day before I promised my dad I would wake up at 8:00 AM and put the dishes away. He was, rightfully so, angry. He was angry at me, and I completely took the blame; I should have woken up earlier. I think this set up what was going to happen later on.
Two days pass, and I get a text from him while he's at work, saying to bring something into the garage because it was going to rain and he didn't want it to get wet (It was those bags you put leaves into when you rake). Up until that point, I'd been doing my best to get on his good side, doing exactly the chores he wanted when he asked, being wary of my actions, etc. But this I messed up; I brought the wrong bags into the garage, and by the time he returned home, they were wet and a mess. He stormed in while I was helping my mom out with dinner and screamed at me, angry that I couldn't follow directions. I apologized, as I really did try to help, but what was done was done; I once again messed up, and he was once again right to be angry.
Here's the part that I'M mad about.
He takes a break, I resume making one of the dishes, and then he comes in and forces me out, taking on the dish itself, saying that I "couldn't do it right", though I've made it many times before. Since I thought he didn't want me in the kitchen, I was going to leave, but then he told me to come back and clean up. Whilst cleaning up stuff like the dishes, loading them into the dishwasher, he threw the rubber spatula I had used into the dishwasher at high speed. I brushed it off at first, thinking to myself, "Even if he's angry, he shouldn't throw things. Oh well." He then spewed a torrent of insults that I don't think were needed in the situation. I took deep breaths, feeling overstimulated and trying not to cry, until he spewed this killer out: "I should just send you to boarding school so I can never see you again."
My mom, who had briefly gone into the other room for a break from cooking, emerged, saying my dad's name in a tone that clearly said: "Stop it." He then finished the cooking and stormed into the basement. My mom, now in the kitchen, looked at me as I looked at her, choking up, saying, "The curry is done."
She pulled me into a hug where I cried. I cried for a while in her arms until we pulled away, and she told me in a pitiful tone that I only had to live two more years here and to not get in trouble. I then went to my room to sit in silence.
Now, the reason I was so upset over that comment is that since middle school, I've been showing signs of depression, and I even came up to them in sixth grade about how I wanted to... well... you know. He KNEW. And he still showed me that he'd be ok without me. This also hasn't been the first time he's said something like this to me; he directly told me in the last three years TWICE that if I jumped 0ff a bridge or sh0t myself, he wouldn't care, both times in a fit of rage. I don't think that this is ANYWHERE near ok to say to a child, especially someone struggling with said thoughts. So I haven't been talking to him. I can't find a way to speak to him after he's shown me that my life is so little in his eyes. We've both just been living in the same house, only talking if we need something. He's also starting to enforce a rule where my computer and iPhone must be given to him at 9:00 pm, and I can receive them in the morning. I don't care too much; it just feels like he's trying to make me miserable, and it was kind of out of nowhere.
So am I wrong for not speaking to my dad after a fight about being responsible? Is there a way I can salvage things?