Florida: Day 7 of the total of 8 days

This day was overshadowed by an event that is never occurred to me before. Corporal punishment was exercised upon me, executed by my father. Or well the attempt to do, I fended off the attack before he could actually strike me. I don't don't know what could of experience you (the reader) has with this, but it is something that I have never experienced or seen (except on movies). And what kind of an act is it? Striking your own child? In most cases it comes from arguments where the parent can no longer stand the shame of defeat, or just because the (usually) father is a drunkard or common freak and finds it amusing or in some way or another justifies his crime. In the case of my father it comes from him being rude, inconsiderate, bad mannered, ill tempered and just being a fucking wanker. Often have I feared that he would devolve to this kind of step after some of his actions and shouting because I treat people like they treat me. But this time he struck me because I proved him wrong on the matter of cars... What a wanker. He insisted that a Toyota Hilux was a van, and after I said a Toyota van is called a Hiace. He then tried to defend himself by saying that a Hilux IS a Hiace, after which I just told him to stop the conversation and get on with it (he was driving), which infuriated him so much that whilst driving, he turned around and tried to strike me with a closed fist. Somehow (by instinct) I managed to grab his arm and hold him off before he hit me (quite amazing, I was gazing out the window when he turned to hit me).

I do believe that everything else I did on this has no impact on how I will remember the day at all, but here goes. For breakfast we went to the Jerry's Famous Deli (I had eaten lunch there previously) and for breakfast I ordered an omelet with ham, cheese and bacon on the side (potatoes came along for some reason). Both my father and sister had an All-American breakfast. We then went out to Bayside market and looked around in different stores, including a gadget store, a Disney store and a candy shop (oh my how they do it in America). We also bought some drinks each, I drank water (the only thing I drink), my sister and father had some blended freak thing they really liked, Pina Colada (no wave over the n on English keyboards?) or something like that. After that we took a monorail around the area, it was a very uninteresting and dull view, but it beat walking around the silly Bayside market doing nothing. We then went back to the car (we drove to the Bayside Market) and drove around little Havana where the skies opened and water was pouring down very hard, and after leaving little Havana it stopped completely... Weird, right? However we drove out to a big shopping mall to find an Abercrombie & Fitch shop (on my sisters behest). Some clothes were bought and we headed back, and it was at this part that my father decided that some hitting was in order. On the rest of the way back not a word was said (except for my father telling my sister to take down the GPS when we arrived). And except for that not a word was said before I was back in my room with my sister and she attacked me (verbally) for, as she claimed, making my father hit me, and then not apologising... WTF? Anyway I went out for some stamps (got them) and I then headed for an internet connection to get in touch with my mother (she hasn't replied yet, but then it is after midnight back home). So guess where I am now? That's right, I'm sitting at the hotel's computer and typing. So what do I expect to happen? Well I am gonna go out and buy some pizza, and then tomorrow I'm (with my "family") I am heading back to Denmark.

So what do I think will come of this? Well for a very long time I have disapproved of my father. He left my mother when she needed him most (she had just started her own business); he started his affair with my stepmother when my mother was in her old job, and he started the affair because he couldn't cope with my mother being the more successful of the two, earning more money in a better job. He then underfunded my education when in Spain (leaving my mother to pay by far the most with my stepfather), and when my sister moved down there, he stopped funding completely and underfunded my sister. Completely against the law, but there really was nothing to do about it. My father is an excellent lawyer, and by the time the lawsuit would be finished and settled, my sister and I would be far above 18, and the costs themselves for the lawsuit would be high. But that isn't the point; what kind of wealthy man (like my father) refuses to pay for his children's school? And then claim that he does in front of them, something I know isn't true. My mother has given me complete access to emails and banks statements proving him 100% wrong. And after the divorce he refused direct contact with my mother, so I was used as a messenger, and in these affair, the messengers DO get shot. So while I always felt that I was giving him one more chance to better himself, he thought he was giving me one more chance to better myself. And after the events today, there is no road back. As soon as I come home to Denmark, I am gonna pack my rucksack and head to my mother and stepfather's Danish summer cottage and stay for a week before my plane to England departs (World Scout Jamboree). I would love to go back to Spain, but by now and with 1 days warning, the prices are beyond outrageous, and even worse, on the 24th I have to go from Spain to England, that one is gonna be beyond impossible. So either I stay at my mother's summer cottage for a week (which is alone, in the middle of nowhere) or stay for another week with my father, which just strives against my every principle. But I am going to get in touch with my mother first, I might not even be able to get into the summer cottage. And in that case I won't know what to do...

Some vacation, right?