I'm pissed off.
It is 6:09pm. I got off work at 5pm. I got home at about 5:20pm. I have already been bitched at and lectured.
I hate my job, and I'd rather be there than here right now. Seriously.
I got home and Bee was showing me his new shoes. I said, "Those are sweet, yo!" and my mom's head snaps up and she says, "Stop saying yo, it's like every other word out of your mouth and it's really annoying." Um, what? I don't say yo that often, and that was definitely the first time I said it all day and furthermore... Why am I being bitched at for talking!? I can't say YO?!
So she storms out of the room after I tell her that it's stupid that she's pissed off at me for speaking. I wasn't cussing, or yelling, or saying anything inappropriate. Simply put, she's nit-picking. Why did they want me to move back in this house so badly? Dad comes in the room and says, "You've been home 10 minutes and you've already pissed your mom off", which launches into ANOTHER lecture because I can't go more than 12 hours without being bitched at or lectured about something. In fact, this has gotten so bad that my baby sister came downstairs and says, "Can't you guys go at least ONE day without doing this!?"
Also, I forgot to pack myself a lunch today (I worked 8 hours - my first 8 hour day in 4 months, I am EXHAUSTED), so I asked my sister if she would bring me something before she went to work today. She did, which was awesome, but apparently mom was giving her shit about wasting gas to bring me food. My sister told her, "She's brought me lunch before, it's only fair that I do it for her."
Tired of this. I would almost rather be living in my car again.
They keep telling me that I'm choosing Josh over Bladen. They're pissed off that I'm only going to go to the pool for a short while tomorrow because I have to make sure Josh gets to work at 4, and apparently this means I'm picking Josh over my son. They get mad that I stay at Josh's house most nights, and that I spend as much time with him as possible. I'm sorry, but that's because I'm not happy here, dammit. I just want to feel good for once, and the only time I feel good or happy is when I'm NOT HERE. I take Bee with me as much as they let me.
I hate this house. So much. I hate it.
I hate my job, and I'd rather be there than here right now. Seriously.
I got home and Bee was showing me his new shoes. I said, "Those are sweet, yo!" and my mom's head snaps up and she says, "Stop saying yo, it's like every other word out of your mouth and it's really annoying." Um, what? I don't say yo that often, and that was definitely the first time I said it all day and furthermore... Why am I being bitched at for talking!? I can't say YO?!
So she storms out of the room after I tell her that it's stupid that she's pissed off at me for speaking. I wasn't cussing, or yelling, or saying anything inappropriate. Simply put, she's nit-picking. Why did they want me to move back in this house so badly? Dad comes in the room and says, "You've been home 10 minutes and you've already pissed your mom off", which launches into ANOTHER lecture because I can't go more than 12 hours without being bitched at or lectured about something. In fact, this has gotten so bad that my baby sister came downstairs and says, "Can't you guys go at least ONE day without doing this!?"
Also, I forgot to pack myself a lunch today (I worked 8 hours - my first 8 hour day in 4 months, I am EXHAUSTED), so I asked my sister if she would bring me something before she went to work today. She did, which was awesome, but apparently mom was giving her shit about wasting gas to bring me food. My sister told her, "She's brought me lunch before, it's only fair that I do it for her."
Tired of this. I would almost rather be living in my car again.
They keep telling me that I'm choosing Josh over Bladen. They're pissed off that I'm only going to go to the pool for a short while tomorrow because I have to make sure Josh gets to work at 4, and apparently this means I'm picking Josh over my son. They get mad that I stay at Josh's house most nights, and that I spend as much time with him as possible. I'm sorry, but that's because I'm not happy here, dammit. I just want to feel good for once, and the only time I feel good or happy is when I'm NOT HERE. I take Bee with me as much as they let me.
I hate this house. So much. I hate it.