the term home is used loosely
Okay seriously fuck being home.
I want to go back right now. RIGHT NOW.
This puts me in a place where I am so not looking forward to spring break in a week.
Chicago, yes. The rest of the week, no.
Come home.
Play with the dog.
Unload groceries.
Do nothing.
Take my brother to Twelve Oaks.
Don't find anything I'm looking for.
Spend the whole time worried about being late to dinner because it'll upset my father.
Get lost trying to find the car.
Bleed through my fucking tampon onto my new cute underwear.
Come home.
Get a financial lecture from my father.
Have to listen to him make my brother feel like shit over his report card.
Sit through my parents fighting about literally nothing.
Clean the kitchen.
Then all I really want to do is leave.
No place to leave to
so
I'm like
"I'll take a shower in my parents nice new shower and I'll feel better."
So I go to ask my Dad,
"Are you serious? No. Clean your own filthy shower and deal with that."
I did not filthify the shower.
He could have just said, "I'm going to bed." but he decided to make it a personal attack on how "no one does shit around here" (part of the fight).
I am afraid to tell him about going to Chicago. I'm not sure he knows and I feel like he's going to tell me it's a stupid idea because I don't have enough money to pay for college without taking out another loan.
Oh and at dinner before the fights he was like "So why'd you come home? You just missed us?" and I replied "That and I need help with the FAFSA and filing income taxes and stuff."
"So why is that my job?"
"Because you're my father and I feel I can look to you for help with such things."
"Yeah well I think you're oversimplifying things. And I'm not doing them for you."
"I'm not asking you too."
"And if I'm helping you, you're going to help me. You need to do some chores around here."
"Sure thing."
"Yeah right. We'll see about that."
Dear Dad,
I DO NOT NEED YOU CONDESCENCION. THANKS.
Love, Mattie
And now everyone else is in bed because sleep is an easy way to avoid one another.
Seriously, where can I go that's not here right now...
I want to go back right now. RIGHT NOW.
This puts me in a place where I am so not looking forward to spring break in a week.
Chicago, yes. The rest of the week, no.
Come home.
Play with the dog.
Unload groceries.
Do nothing.
Take my brother to Twelve Oaks.
Don't find anything I'm looking for.
Spend the whole time worried about being late to dinner because it'll upset my father.
Get lost trying to find the car.
Bleed through my fucking tampon onto my new cute underwear.
Come home.
Get a financial lecture from my father.
Have to listen to him make my brother feel like shit over his report card.
Sit through my parents fighting about literally nothing.
Clean the kitchen.
Then all I really want to do is leave.
No place to leave to
so
I'm like
"I'll take a shower in my parents nice new shower and I'll feel better."
So I go to ask my Dad,
"Are you serious? No. Clean your own filthy shower and deal with that."
I did not filthify the shower.
He could have just said, "I'm going to bed." but he decided to make it a personal attack on how "no one does shit around here" (part of the fight).
I am afraid to tell him about going to Chicago. I'm not sure he knows and I feel like he's going to tell me it's a stupid idea because I don't have enough money to pay for college without taking out another loan.
Oh and at dinner before the fights he was like "So why'd you come home? You just missed us?" and I replied "That and I need help with the FAFSA and filing income taxes and stuff."
"So why is that my job?"
"Because you're my father and I feel I can look to you for help with such things."
"Yeah well I think you're oversimplifying things. And I'm not doing them for you."
"I'm not asking you too."
"And if I'm helping you, you're going to help me. You need to do some chores around here."
"Sure thing."
"Yeah right. We'll see about that."
Dear Dad,
I DO NOT NEED YOU CONDESCENCION. THANKS.
Love, Mattie
And now everyone else is in bed because sleep is an easy way to avoid one another.
Seriously, where can I go that's not here right now...