Tug of War 2

"I don't care about what you think!" Timothy yelled at his father after the breakfast. They were in the living room of the comfortable suburban house in which they lived. "That's my life, and I'll do what I want!" 

"You're just a stupid boy!" Richard yelled back. "Do you think art will give you a future? You have to obey me, you fool!" 

Yes, they were fighting again. As usual, the reason for the fight was the boy's future. Richard was saying one more time that his son should go to the Military Academy as soon as he finished high school, and Timothy was basically saying that the Military Academy could go to the hell.

"I told you a million times" Timothy said. "I do not believe in the same things as you. I think we should get rid of all armed forces around the world!"

"Oh, really? And how countries would solve their issues, then?" 

"Have you ever heard of diplomacy?" Timothy asked, mockingly. "But the best solution would be the dissolution of all countries and their stupid borders."

"What?" Richard exclaimed, dumbfounded. "Even United States?"

"Especially United States, and its coward imperialism. Do you have any idea about how many lives have been lost because of this policy? Just look at what is happening in the Middle East right now."

Now Richard was really furious. He had been in Iraq a few years before, and he was absolutely sure that the country had done the right thing there. 

"I won't accept this attack on our country in my house, young man! Where's your patriotism? Those people are terrorists! They got what they deserved. They don't even believe in our God! And you know what? Do you really want to screw up your life? Fine! But you won't get even a penny of your mother's money!"

When Timothy's mother passed out, she left about four hundred thousand dollars to her son, to which he would have access when he turned twenty-one, or even sooner, but only if his father thought it appropriate, according to the terms of the will. He was planning to use that money to go to college to study art and literature, and also to record some of his songs. He would be lying if he said that he didn't dream of becoming a successful musician someday. 

"You can't do that!" they boy cried out. "This is my money!" 

"Your money my ass! This is under my responsibility right now, and, if necessary, I'll spend it all before giving it to you. I might even make a donation to Trump's administration so they can build the wall on our border faster… Now what you think about that? You make me burn in shame, you silly boy. I don't why my son... My only son cannot act as a proper man! Instead, you behave like a sissy with your long hair and this talk about peace. You should hold guns and be proud of that! That's what a real man does, but obviously you aren't a real man. I would rather you had been born as a girl!" 

And then there was the opportunity that Susan was waiting for...