Frank is 100% right and did nothing wrong

I could swear he's smacked Bill a couple of times

He has never put anyone through a wall despite numerous promises otherwise.
Is he unwilling, unable or simply a liar?

Hoping Greentext user from the Bridget thread finds this one

I'm back, guys! I'm going to be posting the rest of my greentext story here so please bear with me as I drop off these long posts. Enjoy!

>user's Day Off
>I was in my car, driving back home after a long and stressful day of trying to keep the animals of society in line and in place
>I constantly mutter swears under my breath as I got out of my car and to my house with keys in hand, silently hoping and praying that no further transgressions will get in my way as I plan to get myself something to get from the fridge, take a shower, and head straight into bed
>When I've opened the door and closed and locked it behind me, I heard a voice that threw all of those hopes and prayers out the fucking window
>It's moments like these that makes me wonder if God despises my existence
>Fucking asshole
>"Hey, dicklicker! Where have you've been all day? Sucking cocks on the street?", Bridgette asked angrily and tauntingly as I took off my uniform and threw it on my favorite chair
>"Don't give me any of that shit, bitch! I had a real, fucking long day keeping this shithole of a city from going straight to hell. The best thing that today can give me is some fucking breathing space so I can get ready to put up with it's bullshit tomorrow!", I yelled at her as I made my way to the fridge to try to find myself something to feast upon
>Normally, with any sane girl, the conversation would end at that
>Bridgette, unfortunately, is not a sane girl, let me tell you
>"Oh, boo, hoo, hoo! I sit on my ass all day watching people! Oh, today was just so hard for me!", Bridgette says in a mocking, imitation of my voice
>"You talking about my day or yours?", I retort smugly with venom my voice as I pull out a plate of leftover chicken and took a piece of it off to eat
>"Fuck you, you limp dick, piece of shit !", Bridgette shouts back, her eyes narrowed and her whole body shaking with barely controlled fury that threatens to explode like a dynamite
>"That's not what you've said last night, you used up, little whore.", I said back with a smug smirk on my face before eating my cold dinner
>"Suck my clit, you fucking fag-"

Kind of a jerk until I was about 17. I think the stress of the world just put him in a bad mood for a long time and he didn't manage his anger and annoyance very well. He rarely ever yelled, and never hit us. Was just kind of an asshole.

Then he mellowed out when I went to college and seemed to not mind being around me as much. It was nice to finally feel like we could connect and hang out with no friction.

Then he died 2 years later very suddenly. Was pretty lame. I look back on my childhood and dislike how he treated me, but look back on those last 2 years fondly because he was nice and we had a better relationship.

Died 10 years ago tomorrow. Time flies

>"Agh! This chicken tastes like shit! Who fucking made this garbage?!", I said as I spit out the piece that I was going to eat, interrupting Bridgette's insults in the process
>"I've made it, you fucking asshole!"
>"Eck! No wonder it tasted like that: You're worse at cooking than you are at fucking!", I yelled at her as I threw the rest of the contents onto the floor, shattering the plate in the process
>"Oh, look who's talking! You couldn't last a minute in bed, Mr. Minute Man!"
>"What did you just said to me, you little, redheaded bitch?", I asked in a low, growling voice that barely contained my boiling rage
>"You've heard me, cunt sucker! You're a shit man, a shit boyfriend, and a shit perso-"
>Bridgette's rant was stopped by my fist as I punched her across her fucking face and she fell hard onto the floor, now finally silenced
>I towered over her body as she touched her face to see that she is bleeding a bit from her mouth and she looked at me with a shocked expression on her face as she is surprised at what I've just done to her
>"A-a-user? How could you hit your own girlfriend like that?!", Bridgette asked in a timid and confused voice
>"You're going to get a lot more than that if you don't clean up this shit that you've just made by the time I finished taking a shower, you bitchmade, Little Orphan Annie looking dyke!", I said to her in a threatening manner, lighting a Caliber cigarette before taking a deep and long puff from it, closing my eyes and ignoring everything else in that moment as the first rush of nicotine hit my skull like the fucking ocean hits against rocks
>If smoking a gun was anything like this, I would have already smoked my service issued revolver ages ago
>I opened my eyes slowly to see Bridgette before me having tears in her eyes while sniffling, her terrorized and heartbroken eyes looking towards me as if asking for forgiveness and love and comfort
>But, of course, I won't provide her any of that for her today or tomorrow

>Maybe not even within her whole lifespan
>Not that I give a single shit about any of that at the present moment
>I sneered at her and spoke my head slowly before looking forward and walking past her, muttering,"Fucking weak and pathetic. Just like her mother. I guess the apple really doesn't fall that far from the tree, after all", as I do so, laughing darkly at my comments about her.
>Bridgette stayed in her position for a few more minutes until she heard the showers being turned on, reminding her about user's warning
>With a deep, watery breath, she proceeds to do as she was told like the good little bitch that she was
>Sitting on her kneels, she started to pick up the pieces of the plate
>And her heart
>"Why did he have to hurt me like that? And why do I love that cocksucker for it? Why am I so fucked up for loving to be beaten and treated like dogshit?!", Bridgette muttered under her breath between sobs as she finishes up getting all the pieces before dumping it all into the trash can
>She then picked up the leftover chicken and cleaned the floor with some paper towels before throwing those two also into the trash can
>Done with her task, she then began to contemplate on whether to go back to their bedroom or to sleep on the sofa
>Again
>After some time of thinking over her two options, she decided to do the former rather than the latter for she figured that his temper has calmed down a bit after that whole incident
>Plus, she wanted to make him, and herself in the process, feel better
>And so, with a plan in mind and a newfound energy and desire to do it, she began to walk up the stairs towards their bedroom
>I was in the shower, trying to wash all the filth of today off of me
>Fucking, disrespectful, ungrateful, little pricks!
>The shit he gets to try to make sure society won't go down the shitter and these are the things he gets
>Fuck them!
>Fuck them all!
>Not only do I get shit from work but I also get shit from home as well

>If there is such a thing as hell, then I'm sure this is as close as I'll get to it
>And for what?
>Beating the shit out of nigs, micks, and kids for stepping out of their their rightful place in this troublesome society?
>Fucking, goddamn animals, the lot of them!
>I should just fucking quit, right then and there
>Let's see how those fuckheads deal with the troubles of society themselves
>Let God himself sort those little shits out
>Hahaha!
>Now won't that be a laugh and a half?!
>But only if I can get a better job, I would have done so a long, long time ago, though
>...
>Fuck me, man!
>FUCK!
>With a deep and heavy sigh, I finished up cleaning myself before shutting off the shower and grabbing myself a towel to dry and cover myself up
>While doing so, I lit myself another Caliber cigarette and began thinking to myself as the nicotine starts to kick in again
>God, I hope that wacky, crying bitch is done cleaning all that mess up
>The last thing that I want to do today is kicking someone's shit in AND cleaning all that mess up myself
>Jesus Fucking Christ!
>I should have never hooked up with that crazy bitch from the very beginning
>If I haven't done so, life would be a million times better for me in the short and long run
>But that tight, Catholic pussy was just too powerful for me to abstain myself from and now I'm stuck with that broken, emotional baggage
>Man, fuck me and fuck her as well!
>Done torturing myself with those painful thoughts, I dropped the towel and opened the bathroom's door to put on my pajamas and go to sleep so that I can repeat the same day routine first thing tomorrow morning
>Not that I'm looking forward to it
>It's just expectation, almost instinct and might as well just very be, at this point now
>And what I saw caught me by surprise
>Bridgette was sitting on our bed, giving me this look that just shouts "Fuck me!" at me, wearing her Catholic school clothes

Time to get...naughty!

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He could be angry and controlling but I don't think he was the worst dad, i didn't ever doubt that he loved and cared about me.

>I'm strangely very aroused despite the fact that I just hit and berated her not too long ago but I'm also very cautious because you never know what goes on in this little psychos mind and moods
>For all I know, she's about to kill me right then and there at any moment now
>I shook my head to get out of my temporarily stupor and got back to the task at hand here
>"Why are you giving me that look? You drunk or high or something? And did you clean that mess of yours or am I going to have to do that AND teach you a lesson, too?", I asked her aggressively, my blood pressure slightly rising as I cracked my knuckles to emphasize that last part, my barely "good" mood turning sour very quickly and my patience running out
>Bridgette continues to give me that look, not changing one bit despite my threat and aggressive behavior towards her
>"Oh, user! I like it when you get angry with me! And yes: I cleaned up ALL the mess! Wanna make another?", she replies, taking on a sultry tone with me
>"Oh, you like that, huh?"
>She gives me a slight nod of her head, spreading her legs to me
>"Well, then you're going to love THIS, then!", I said as I began to approach her slowly, like a wolf approaches a sheep
>Or a wolf approaching another wolf in sheep's clothing
>"Go ahead: Show me, you crusty, old pedophile!", Bridgette said with smirk grin on her face
>Her insult stunned me for a couple seconds before my emotions got the better of me and launch me into a ball of pure energy
>She has done it now
>She has unleashed the beast that has been residing inside of me!
>I grabbed her by the throat and push her to the center of the bed, my body towering over her small frame as I stared into her eyes with mine, eyes burning with pure rage and unadulterated lust
>"You stupid, ungrateful, little, fucking, CUNT!", I shouted in her face, my grip tightening around her soft, vulnerable, thin throat some more

*unzips pants*
This is a Maureen appreciation thread now

Making your daughter cry at the school play she's been excited for because you punched your elderly dad in the face after you got drunk is wrong no matter how shitty Bill was as a father.

You mean the part in the play she only got because her psycho friend poisoned the original girl?

How does that make Frank any more in the right?

He's a product of his era.

Because you're saying that making Maureen cry over something she was excited about is a shitty thing to do. I'm saying that Maureen only got that thing she was excited about out of bad faith and her not being able to enjoy it is merely karma for the way she got the part in the first place.

The only message Maureen will get out of that moment is that Frank is a shitty father and not that poisoning someone to get what you want is wrong.

>The only message Maureen will get out of that moment is that Frank is a shitty father
And that's why I say, "Frank did nothing wrong".

He did several things wrong, but he's still 100% right. It's almost paradoxical.

My dad was an absolute psycho until he had his heart attack. Then my mom took over.