Stupid Holidays
ok. remember what you guys said , "things will get better" and so forth...
I believed it... =_=' but it only lasted about ... oh an hour. cuz right when I got home from work dad had a shouting match...
and about what?
He was hungry, didn't know what to eat, and he's car wasn't done getting repaired yet.
So he yelled at me and mom... telling us that its our fault there isn't any food around he wants to eat, or something about me not doing enough of, something.... Possibly not cleaning my car enough, or whatever...
After an hour of repeating verbal abuse, I told mom that I would just go out and buy him some damn food.
and that's what I did...
While I was out he repeatedly called me and yelled at me about it.
Thank God, Vicky called me back so I could run away to her house. Because I really was falling apart with the drama dad has been giving everyone.
Hanging out with Vicky was a Godsend... TT^TT Even though I shouldn't have spent ANY money, I don't care... it got me out of the house, away from the crap my parents can't seem to stop giving me...
and we come to today...
I wake up almost puking in my bed...
Lucky Dad's at church.... I really don't want to even be near him today...
and to make things worse...
Today is a holiday.
Which means I have to sit with my family and pretend nothing's wrong and we all 'love' each other.
I've only gotten more pissy since Weds.
My parents keep telling me I don't do enough crap.
What in God's name do they really want from me? I'm doing what I can, but now that I'm no longer in school it means that I have to do x10 times the amount of work ASAP to earn my keep to them.
just... ughh...
I can't please anyone.
I believed it... =_=' but it only lasted about ... oh an hour. cuz right when I got home from work dad had a shouting match...
and about what?
He was hungry, didn't know what to eat, and he's car wasn't done getting repaired yet.
So he yelled at me and mom... telling us that its our fault there isn't any food around he wants to eat, or something about me not doing enough of, something.... Possibly not cleaning my car enough, or whatever...
After an hour of repeating verbal abuse, I told mom that I would just go out and buy him some damn food.
and that's what I did...
While I was out he repeatedly called me and yelled at me about it.
Thank God, Vicky called me back so I could run away to her house. Because I really was falling apart with the drama dad has been giving everyone.
Hanging out with Vicky was a Godsend... TT^TT Even though I shouldn't have spent ANY money, I don't care... it got me out of the house, away from the crap my parents can't seem to stop giving me...
and we come to today...
I wake up almost puking in my bed...
Lucky Dad's at church.... I really don't want to even be near him today...
and to make things worse...
Today is a holiday.
Which means I have to sit with my family and pretend nothing's wrong and we all 'love' each other.
I've only gotten more pissy since Weds.
My parents keep telling me I don't do enough crap.
What in God's name do they really want from me? I'm doing what I can, but now that I'm no longer in school it means that I have to do x10 times the amount of work ASAP to earn my keep to them.
just... ughh...
I can't please anyone.