Fuck you all
I am sick and tired of my entire fucking family.
I am not the bad guy for wanting to go to bed instead of staying up to change the netflix movies for Jabba. It is not my job to babysit him and be his constant companion because my mother refuses to do so and escape. It is not my job to entertain him at all hours of the day and night, and I have a right to be angry, and a right to say I don't consider him family because I don't.
I have the right to choose my own fucking family, and they're all a damn sight better than this one. I have the right to not be treated like a servant and the right to respond when people like Jabba pick fights with me.
When you insult me, bitch, when you pick fights with me, I'm damned well going to step in and defend myself and that doesn't make me wrong or a bad person like my mother claims I am. Good people are allowed to fight back when they're insulted too and good people aren't required to be fucking doormats who sacrifice their own lives for the sake of keeping a selfish old fucker happy.
I am not your fucking doormat and I won't be any longer. I fucking well deserve respect and fair treatment too, and I'm going to fight for it, no matter what it does to shatter the peace around here. It's about damn time somebody stood up to him and didn't use the excuse of his being "sick" as a reason for walking on eggshells all the time.
I'm GLAD I told the fucker that I don't consider him my family. He may be married to my mother but that doesn't mean a thing to me. When he starts doing things around the house he sits in all day doing nothing, changing his own fucking television channels with the remote, cleaning up his own messes and microwaving his own meals, then we can talk about changing that. Until then, he's just my mother's husband and I don't see a problem with that.
Just because you're linked to someone biologically or through marriage does not make them your family if you don't want them to be. I've learned that lesson through this year and I intend to follow it no matter what.
As far as I'm concerned, the only people I'm related to or linked in this world to are my mother and a couple of my cousins. Think I'm a cold, uncaring bitch? Well, I don't give a fuck.
In the immortal words of Forrest Gump, that's all I've got to say about that.
I am not the bad guy for wanting to go to bed instead of staying up to change the netflix movies for Jabba. It is not my job to babysit him and be his constant companion because my mother refuses to do so and escape. It is not my job to entertain him at all hours of the day and night, and I have a right to be angry, and a right to say I don't consider him family because I don't.
I have the right to choose my own fucking family, and they're all a damn sight better than this one. I have the right to not be treated like a servant and the right to respond when people like Jabba pick fights with me.
When you insult me, bitch, when you pick fights with me, I'm damned well going to step in and defend myself and that doesn't make me wrong or a bad person like my mother claims I am. Good people are allowed to fight back when they're insulted too and good people aren't required to be fucking doormats who sacrifice their own lives for the sake of keeping a selfish old fucker happy.
I am not your fucking doormat and I won't be any longer. I fucking well deserve respect and fair treatment too, and I'm going to fight for it, no matter what it does to shatter the peace around here. It's about damn time somebody stood up to him and didn't use the excuse of his being "sick" as a reason for walking on eggshells all the time.
I'm GLAD I told the fucker that I don't consider him my family. He may be married to my mother but that doesn't mean a thing to me. When he starts doing things around the house he sits in all day doing nothing, changing his own fucking television channels with the remote, cleaning up his own messes and microwaving his own meals, then we can talk about changing that. Until then, he's just my mother's husband and I don't see a problem with that.
Just because you're linked to someone biologically or through marriage does not make them your family if you don't want them to be. I've learned that lesson through this year and I intend to follow it no matter what.
As far as I'm concerned, the only people I'm related to or linked in this world to are my mother and a couple of my cousins. Think I'm a cold, uncaring bitch? Well, I don't give a fuck.
In the immortal words of Forrest Gump, that's all I've got to say about that.