My Egyptian Soap Opera Life

My dad's Egypt vacation is almost over. Sadly, I am looking forward to his departure. I get too restless when I stay at home too long. I don't like dealing with my aunt and uncle and I have to because he is here now. I do not like the man that they make my father turn into.
I love my father with all my heart… I just love him less when he is surrounded by his family. I guess they put pressure on him to be the "good Egyptian father". I guess that is an oxymoron because he is a horrible father when he tries to do that.
He never has a reason for what he does or asks of me, and he gets upset when I point that out. I think he does not like being that fucked up Egyptian father either…
Well, I hope he does not like it. I really hope that it bothers him as much as it bothers me….
This vacation is ending with me giving him the silent treatment. I am not doing this out of a desire to argue. I am doing it out of my disappointment with him.
Yesterday they told me they want me to meet an "3rees" (potential groom). I said no. I don't want to get married like that. I don't want to feel like I am a monkey in a zoo attracting visitors. I am not a show that people can come watch and judge… I refused to meet him. My aunt insisted that I meet him. I refused again. She got mad at me. She thinks that my reasons are not valid, and that I am being stupid. I thanked her for he opinion and went about my day. She took my father out to visit my grandfather's grave and then to go visit their aunt.
I spent the whole day at home bored and bitter. I called and complained to a friend of mine. We decided to meet for coffee so he can cheer me up.
I call my father and tell him I am leaving. We got into a pointless fight. He gives me an early curfew to annoy me. Whatever, I decide not to fight. He will be gone soon and I don't want any issues.
As I am getting ready he calls me and tells me to come home an hour earlier because he needs to talk to me. I argue about it being impossible.
I go out. I meet my friend. I have a great time and am in an excellent mood.
As I am driving home I get lost… more lost than I have ever been. I want to cry!
Anyway, my friend figures out how to bring me back to civilization. He calms me down.
Well, I ended up going home 45 minutes late.
As I walk in worried about the argument my father and I will have I hear voices. I am relieved. A guest in the house means that we will not fight….
I help my aunt get the cake and drinks ready for the guests. I take them out to the guests. I expect to see my father's friends, but I was wrong.
It was the "3rees".
I was mad. I was disappointed.
I politely said hello and I gave my father the dirtiest look ever.
I sat and sent text messages from my phone the whole 5 minutes I was in the same room with them.
I got up and I left the room.
I know that I probably was a bitch.
I know that I could not do anything else. I could not hide my feelings of resent.
I was surprised that my father would do this. Somehow I know it was my aunt and uncle who told him that he should invite them over because I am an irrational child. I hope it was them. It is easier for me to hate them than it is for me to hate him.
I don't think that such a disregard for my feelings, opinions, or desires is a small thing.
That has been my life for the past 2 days.. and that is the reason my father and I are not talking now….
I wish things were different.
I wish I wasn't living an Egyptian soap opera…..