Unfiltered Story #392908

My dad is such a jerk. I really like blackberries. When I was a teenager, I saved up to buy several blackberry plants from my summer job working at a hardware store. I planted the blackberry bushes and looked forward to my harvest.

Just a couple years later, my dad dug up the entire plot of land we had agreed was ‘my part’ of the garden, including all of my blackberry bushes, to plant potatoes. Potatoes! All because he read about a way to plant potatoes so that you peel away layers of boards to get at them above ground.

We grew so many goddamn potatoes that year, my siblings and I were sick of them. French fries, potato soup, baked potatoes, mashed potatoes, potato bread. Dad couldn’t even give the potatoes away.

And the kicker is, he topped his first dish of mashed potatoes with the last of my blackberry jam from my blackberries that he killed. And he didn’t share my blackberry jam, that I made, with my own two hands, from my own blackberry plants, that I bought with my own hard earned money, with me.

My dad is a jerk.