Anyone else want to yell at me?
Well this officially sucks.
My dad is in this habit of yelling at me for everything, regardless if I had any part of it at all. My siblings fuck up, I get yelled at. The business clients fuck up, I get yelled at. My dad fucks up, I get yelled at.
Cause yelling at me will fix everything. Riiiiight.
WTF? Seriously, like today my dad and I go outside and Amy had done some weeding a few days ago. So there is this big pile of dead grass and weeds. My dad yells at me because of it. Then three minutes later he walks right by Amy and says not a damn thing. So that pile is going to sit outside and I am going to get yelled at for it again.
I call him out on it too, but all it gets is more yelling directed at me.
My dad is in this habit of yelling at me for everything, regardless if I had any part of it at all. My siblings fuck up, I get yelled at. The business clients fuck up, I get yelled at. My dad fucks up, I get yelled at.
Cause yelling at me will fix everything. Riiiiight.
WTF? Seriously, like today my dad and I go outside and Amy had done some weeding a few days ago. So there is this big pile of dead grass and weeds. My dad yells at me because of it. Then three minutes later he walks right by Amy and says not a damn thing. So that pile is going to sit outside and I am going to get yelled at for it again.
I call him out on it too, but all it gets is more yelling directed at me.