Father's Day

Yes, I realize that today was in fact Mother's Day, but I'm writing a little bit about my dad today. Ironic.
I was adopted before I was born, so I've lived with my (adoptive) family for my entire life. And somehow I've inherited most of my behavioral traits from my dad and very few from my mom. Because of the insane similarities in our personalities we tend to butt heads a lot. We're both sarcastic, terribly headstrong, and have horrible tempers. My temper very few people have seen. My dad is one of the very very few people on this earth that can get under my skin enough to truly make me angry. And I hate that. This evil person that I don't even know, or know how to control, just comes from no where. Exactly a week ago my dad got into a stupid argument that I honestly don't even know what it was about. But he upset me so badly that I just left. I went to a friends house and just sat and talked for a few hours before going back home. The same thing happened yesterday only it was a lot worse. Things get out of hand so fast that I don't think either of us ever see it coming. And it sucks. I love my dad, but I wish we had a more stable and normal relationship where screaming at each other wasn't considered normal or a weekly occurance.