I hate this...........
I hate trying to have discussions with my family, they always end in me getting grounded.
My dad starsts screaming that I said I cleaned my room and I never did.
All I say is I didn't say..
and he explodes. Calls me a lying son of a bitch, tells me go to my room, and that he can't fucking stand to see my face. I tell him he didn't let me finish.. he keeps screaming. I'm lying.
He grounds me for 2 + weeks. threatens to take away my car. I'm not aloud to see anyone for two weeks, or more.I'm grounded my entire spring break. I can't handle this.
I swear he came close to hitting me, but my mom swears he'd never touch me. I'm not so sure of that anymore.
I don't understand how I'm lying, when I said nothing at all? I don't get my family, and they don't get me. I don't understnad how they can sit there and say I always think I'm right. When I never get to say a thing. Because they constantly drone on and on about what they're going to do to fix MY problems. And when I try to say something, they yell at me and tell me everything isn't always about me.
I HATE WHEN THEY TRY TO ANALYZE ME
They're always so far off it's sickening, and they think they're right, they think they know me. They know nothing, they're wrong, they don't know me at all. And they never will.
I sat in my room crying, and nobody came up to apologize, see how I was, try to possiblt talk to me WITHOUT yelling. They don't care, as much as they think they do. All they care about is getting THEIR point across, about being the authority, about punishing me, that's it.
I felt like telling him...
I hope he knows now why I was glad he left.
I hope he knows now why I never once told him I missed him on the phone.
I hope he knows now why I wasn't happy when he came home.
Because he makes me sick.
And I'd make damn sure he knew I wasn't lying then.