I fucking hate weekends.
And its worse when my dad's tired of being ill (from surgery), pissed off and when your weekends are three days long.
God. First, lets back-track into what a hellish week its been. Both older sisters got flak for owing each other money from dad, even though its between them, he just had to yell at them and blame them for putting one another in debt (even if neither of them is in debt). Great job getting angry for no reason, dad. Next, he yells a me for waking up at 5:40 instead of 5:30. The kicker: he went to bed at midnights, so I didn't finish massaging him and get to bed till one. Bloody, fucking hell.
And then there was today. *shakes head*
Mum and dad got in a huge yelling match, both of them aggravating each other. Dad was being dad and got all pissy and jumped out of a moving car. Mom drove on. *headdesk* After loads of pleading we all got home via car and then the shit just hit the fan at home. I'm currently alone on damage control, too. Dad's acting all defensive (wrong, too), pissed, angry, and lashing out. Mom's secluded and not saying much, and not caring AT ALL, which aggravates me and Dad to no end.
I would say its better than most fights because no microwaves were punched, no dishes went flying, and I haven't been yelled at (too much).
Except I don't have my sisters to help me deal with them. And I'm particularly pissed at dad for ignoring dentists orders to not eat solid food after oral surgery. What does he do? He eats fucking peanuts "because he's hungry." And he uses straws, doesn't put on an icepack, doesn't drink his pills, and is so goddamn aggravating! And I'm pissed at mom too for not caring, being completely removed from the situation and not helping me solve it AT ALL.
Yeah, parents fight. What set doesn't? But it's just bloody unbearable.
... I fucking hate weekends.
Apart from that, I secretly want to be a Civil Engineer for reasons nobody else wants to. And yeah, I'm a Mec(hanical) E(ngineer) for the record.
My sister and I also determined I'm a naive soul who wears my heart on my sleeve. I'm also the utmost crabby bitch at times, and the most bloody rude person to deal with.
God. First, lets back-track into what a hellish week its been. Both older sisters got flak for owing each other money from dad, even though its between them, he just had to yell at them and blame them for putting one another in debt (even if neither of them is in debt). Great job getting angry for no reason, dad. Next, he yells a me for waking up at 5:40 instead of 5:30. The kicker: he went to bed at midnights, so I didn't finish massaging him and get to bed till one. Bloody, fucking hell.
And then there was today. *shakes head*
Mum and dad got in a huge yelling match, both of them aggravating each other. Dad was being dad and got all pissy and jumped out of a moving car. Mom drove on. *headdesk* After loads of pleading we all got home via car and then the shit just hit the fan at home. I'm currently alone on damage control, too. Dad's acting all defensive (wrong, too), pissed, angry, and lashing out. Mom's secluded and not saying much, and not caring AT ALL, which aggravates me and Dad to no end.
I would say its better than most fights because no microwaves were punched, no dishes went flying, and I haven't been yelled at (too much).
Except I don't have my sisters to help me deal with them. And I'm particularly pissed at dad for ignoring dentists orders to not eat solid food after oral surgery. What does he do? He eats fucking peanuts "because he's hungry." And he uses straws, doesn't put on an icepack, doesn't drink his pills, and is so goddamn aggravating! And I'm pissed at mom too for not caring, being completely removed from the situation and not helping me solve it AT ALL.
Yeah, parents fight. What set doesn't? But it's just bloody unbearable.
... I fucking hate weekends.
Apart from that, I secretly want to be a Civil Engineer for reasons nobody else wants to. And yeah, I'm a Mec(hanical) E(ngineer) for the record.
My sister and I also determined I'm a naive soul who wears my heart on my sleeve. I'm also the utmost crabby bitch at times, and the most bloody rude person to deal with.