Oct 30, 2007 17:29
Today has been emotionally exhausting/nauseating.
Dad constantly tells me to get off my ass and do something. When I ask for direction, I'm blocked by self-pity in the form of "No, I'll just do it my fucking self, like everything else."
Fun fact, darling. If you give me attitude and get sarcastic with me, I'M NOT GOING TO FEEL BAD ABOUT YOU MOVING AN ENTIRE FUCKING HOUSE YOURSELF.
I've been more than willing to help, and EVERY time I offer, I get a bitchfit. Fine. I'mma let him have it his way.
This was after he denied the free boxes and UHAUL service that was offered to him through my personal connections (probably would have been handy today when we ran out of storage and trailer space, eh?)
I'm pretty sure he made a bitchy comment to his girlfriend on the same subject. This was before they went to the basement so he could rant about how I'm 'stupid and useless.'
Fuck you. I'm brilliant, competent, and helpful to those who deserve it. Just because you don't fall into any of those categories doesn't give you license to run your mouth. Oh, and if you're going to threaten to kick me out, actually do it, because the only thing keeping me here is the fact that you'd never consent to it if I asked.
BAD DAY BAD MOOD.