Try to talk to my dad. I was calm and totally fucking fine and simply said “We should have bought tickets to go to South Dakota when we were looking at them when they were $80 each. Now they’re $200 each.” And he started yelling and at me about how “if I had money three months ago I would have bought them three months ago!” I tried to calm him down and said “I wasn’t snapping. I was just saying.”
And then he fucking went over to my aunt’s house and slammed the fucking door behind him. Because clearly my father in an adult.

I’m sorry your dad is being a giant infant honey. But do you know what might cheer you up?