I'm not mad at you for making me call my dad, I'm mad at you for completely freaking out over it like you did.
When I'm already completely freaking out about calling my dad you decide to try and make me call him by doing your absolute best to freak me out even more and screaming at me. I understand that you're worried that he could take me away but, and I asked the doctor about it today, there's no way you'll just get a court order one day saying I have to go down to Charlotte for the rest of my life and you'll get arrested, which is pretty much what you said the other day. Because I'm not already freaked out enough that I could get taken to live with him.
Then just about the first thing you say when I still wouldn't call him was that you'll sell my computer, though you did change your threat a few minutes later, that's still the first thing you immediately said. And I think you would love to take away my computer, because that's not what you did when you were a kid and it's not how you've decided I should be happy, so I can't possibly be happy any differently than you were. So you, just like my dad if you didn't notice, try to force me to be happy the way you want to be happy. You've actually in the past told me it was a rule that I had to make friends, and I don't remember if you were joking or not but I doubt it. And before you say you're not, if you weren't then you would let me do the homeward bound or online school or something this year.
And the fact that you still think it was my choice to call him, or that it wouldn't be your fault if I hadn't and had lost my computer is infuriating. If it had been my choice I would not have called him. If it wasn't your fault, there would have been no threat of me losing my computer. Is it your choice to send hundreds of dollars out to rent and electricity and things a month? TECHNICALLY it is, but we wouldn't have anywhere to live if you didn't so it isn't really much of a choice.
Then that you think I just sit up here and don't care about the fact that I could potentially be forced to move back to Charlotte, or that I had to drop out of school is completely insane. I am constantly worried that I could be made to live with him, and I constantly hate myself for how much I screwed up my life just because I'm too pathetic to go to school like pretty much every single other person in the world can.
I feel like the only reason you even made me call him in the first place was so that you could get your way instead of me, not to mention after the doctor agreed with you last week you laughed at me later for it. You just want me to do what you've decided is best for me and to do what you think will make me happy, without caring even a little for what actually is best or what actually keeps me happy because you don't think it's right.
Then when that doesn't make me happy you just get so incredibly mad at me that you yell at me and make me feel like crap again and make everything worse. then when you say it's just because you're "so worried about me" which just sounds to me like a stereotypical abusive parent/spouse line...
There's probably a lot more I could say but I have a headache and I could barely think of this to type.