The joys of family ... Not.
Earlier this week I was commenting about wanting chocolate, and the next day Mum brought me a home a little bag of hersey's kisses and a few dove squares home from her office. I was not expecting this, it was very nice of her, and I am pleased.
Well, apparently Mum offered one to Dad before she gave them to me. Dad gets the impression that the chocolates were for the family. Today he asks where all the chocolates went. Mum explains that the chocolates were a treat for me, but, attempting to smooth things over, asks me if I would mind giving Dad a few of my chocolates if I haven't eaten them all yet. I am a little bit annoyed, because these chocolates were given to me, and it was not a large bag of chocolates so I only have a few left (all hersey's kisses), but I give some - half of what I have left, in fact - to him because that is the polite thing to do.
And Dad... Complains about only being given hersey's kisses, "where's the whole selection?" And never so much as says thank you.
And I feel immature, complaining about such a trivial little thing, but I don't have anywhere else to vent, and I'm in an extra bad mood because I was on a roll with writing into this incident putting me out of sorts ruined my flow, and besides, you do not separate me and my chocolate at this time of month.
Well, apparently Mum offered one to Dad before she gave them to me. Dad gets the impression that the chocolates were for the family. Today he asks where all the chocolates went. Mum explains that the chocolates were a treat for me, but, attempting to smooth things over, asks me if I would mind giving Dad a few of my chocolates if I haven't eaten them all yet. I am a little bit annoyed, because these chocolates were given to me, and it was not a large bag of chocolates so I only have a few left (all hersey's kisses), but I give some - half of what I have left, in fact - to him because that is the polite thing to do.
And Dad... Complains about only being given hersey's kisses, "where's the whole selection?" And never so much as says thank you.
And I feel immature, complaining about such a trivial little thing, but I don't have anywhere else to vent, and I'm in an extra bad mood because I was on a roll with writing into this incident putting me out of sorts ruined my flow, and besides, you do not separate me and my chocolate at this time of month.