Family Drama
Hmph...ok so 2 entries in the one day, I just have to get this all out...kinda long, don't have to read if you don't want.
Ok so today was just odd...my dad was in the shittiest mood and that's pretty rare for him. He's like always so calm and everything, hardly ever gets angry but when he does it's scary like hell.
So this morning I needed to get crutches for my ankle...but because the chemist was closed I had to get dad to take me later in the morning (mum took me to the docs but had to get to work). Anyways, he finally gets up and then I ask him if he can take me and he says, "yeah in 1/2 an hr" after I'd already been waiting 1/2 and hr for him to get up. And at that point I still thought I might go into work later in the day. Anyways, after another 45 mins go past he finally comes to the lounge room and he said something about me sitting with my ankle up and I was in a bad mood because I hadn't had much sleep and was sick of waiting (waiting is like my pet peeve) and kinda snapped at him that I'd been waiting for so long. So then he got kinda shitty and went and got ready. So another 20mins later he's finally ready and takes me to the chemist where he did his whole silent thing...sure fire way to know my dad's in a bad mood. But his bad moods are just him being silent. So I finally get my cruthes, dad takes me home before he goes out some 1/2hr later without a word to me. Ok whatever, I knew he was in a crabby mood.
I figured when he got hom later in the day he'd be fine...but nooo I was soo wrong. He came home, started bitching about how the house was dirty and there were dishes in the sink, blah, blah, blah. I was in my room and my sister was downstairs and answered back to him or something, so he got even angrier then told her to clean up all the shit she'd left in the hallway from cleaning/re-arranging her room. I think she rolled her eyes or soemthing at him because he's then gone and thrown his empty water bottle in her genral direction (missed by a bit) to vent his frustration or whatever, and continued on yelling and ranting and raving the whole arvo.
Then I went downstairs to see what exactly was going on and he's yelled at me for the ironing board which I was going to do last night, but you know when you come home with a fucked ankle you kinda forget...anyways I tried to tell him that but he started yelling at me about answering back and shit so yeah I went and cleaned up a bit and both my sister and I hid in our rooms. He hasn't said a word to my sister or I since then.
He'll probabaly be over it by tomorrow, it's like he has rage blackouts or something. So rare but hella scary when he does.
So another thing, when mum got home she started telling me how my Aunt who's moving to Singapore in July, was thinking about buying a house and letting my sister and I live there rent free because she needs a house here for when she comes back 2mths every year. My mum likes to play mind games but she's just not very good at them. So she's not-so-subtly hinting that it's a terrible idea and that she disaproves of it. Basically trying to influence our decisions, which isn't really a decision because even if we wanted to mum would never let us move out. Anyways, I knew what Mum was doing, and I've learnt through experience that the best thing to do is just sit there and let her yabber away, even when she said that we wern't old enough to move out at which I though, "wtf? I'm 21 in 7 months! I can do what I want" Jess however didn't and started going, "I'd move out" blah, blah which only got mum worked up and yeah...tense household tonight.
My Aunt rang earlier and I told her that I knew about her suggestion. I kinda told her that there would be no point to me moving out at the moment because I got it pretty cosy at home and I'm not stupid and about to go and make my life harder by moving out. But despite that what did annoy me is that my mum said to my Aunt today that apparently both Jess and I have agreed that we wouldn't move out till we got married. Which is a load of shit. When the hell did I agree to that? When I was born? I'm sorry but "wahhh" does not constitute me saying yes. My mum likes to be a control freak...she's gotta accept that I'm old enough to move out now if I wanted.
Basically in the next 5 years I envision myself living out of home...I mean by then I'll be finished Uni, hopefully working...I don't need to live at home.
So yeah, I'm in this weird mood tonight, so much drama in a family which is usually pretty drama free.
Ok so today was just odd...my dad was in the shittiest mood and that's pretty rare for him. He's like always so calm and everything, hardly ever gets angry but when he does it's scary like hell.
So this morning I needed to get crutches for my ankle...but because the chemist was closed I had to get dad to take me later in the morning (mum took me to the docs but had to get to work). Anyways, he finally gets up and then I ask him if he can take me and he says, "yeah in 1/2 an hr" after I'd already been waiting 1/2 and hr for him to get up. And at that point I still thought I might go into work later in the day. Anyways, after another 45 mins go past he finally comes to the lounge room and he said something about me sitting with my ankle up and I was in a bad mood because I hadn't had much sleep and was sick of waiting (waiting is like my pet peeve) and kinda snapped at him that I'd been waiting for so long. So then he got kinda shitty and went and got ready. So another 20mins later he's finally ready and takes me to the chemist where he did his whole silent thing...sure fire way to know my dad's in a bad mood. But his bad moods are just him being silent. So I finally get my cruthes, dad takes me home before he goes out some 1/2hr later without a word to me. Ok whatever, I knew he was in a crabby mood.
I figured when he got hom later in the day he'd be fine...but nooo I was soo wrong. He came home, started bitching about how the house was dirty and there were dishes in the sink, blah, blah, blah. I was in my room and my sister was downstairs and answered back to him or something, so he got even angrier then told her to clean up all the shit she'd left in the hallway from cleaning/re-arranging her room. I think she rolled her eyes or soemthing at him because he's then gone and thrown his empty water bottle in her genral direction (missed by a bit) to vent his frustration or whatever, and continued on yelling and ranting and raving the whole arvo.
Then I went downstairs to see what exactly was going on and he's yelled at me for the ironing board which I was going to do last night, but you know when you come home with a fucked ankle you kinda forget...anyways I tried to tell him that but he started yelling at me about answering back and shit so yeah I went and cleaned up a bit and both my sister and I hid in our rooms. He hasn't said a word to my sister or I since then.
He'll probabaly be over it by tomorrow, it's like he has rage blackouts or something. So rare but hella scary when he does.
So another thing, when mum got home she started telling me how my Aunt who's moving to Singapore in July, was thinking about buying a house and letting my sister and I live there rent free because she needs a house here for when she comes back 2mths every year. My mum likes to play mind games but she's just not very good at them. So she's not-so-subtly hinting that it's a terrible idea and that she disaproves of it. Basically trying to influence our decisions, which isn't really a decision because even if we wanted to mum would never let us move out. Anyways, I knew what Mum was doing, and I've learnt through experience that the best thing to do is just sit there and let her yabber away, even when she said that we wern't old enough to move out at which I though, "wtf? I'm 21 in 7 months! I can do what I want" Jess however didn't and started going, "I'd move out" blah, blah which only got mum worked up and yeah...tense household tonight.
My Aunt rang earlier and I told her that I knew about her suggestion. I kinda told her that there would be no point to me moving out at the moment because I got it pretty cosy at home and I'm not stupid and about to go and make my life harder by moving out. But despite that what did annoy me is that my mum said to my Aunt today that apparently both Jess and I have agreed that we wouldn't move out till we got married. Which is a load of shit. When the hell did I agree to that? When I was born? I'm sorry but "wahhh" does not constitute me saying yes. My mum likes to be a control freak...she's gotta accept that I'm old enough to move out now if I wanted.
Basically in the next 5 years I envision myself living out of home...I mean by then I'll be finished Uni, hopefully working...I don't need to live at home.
So yeah, I'm in this weird mood tonight, so much drama in a family which is usually pretty drama free.