Prepare for a rant
Mmkay, so, it's 'rant time' (because I don't want to harass people with my anger, but if I type it here I can at least pretend people are reading it while at the same time not imposing anything on them).
So...
I came home late Sunday for the first time in over a month. I got the customary hug from the mother (and father when he returned) and Jason was excited to see me. Later on that night, I decided I would play "Twilight Princess", because it was Zelda and we had it and there was no way I could pass it up. So I begin playing it, and about five minutes after I begin, Carl comes home and without any sort of 'hey, nice to see you since you've been gone for so long', he *demands* I get off so he can play, and my mother agrees with that! And so after merely a few minutes of playing, I'm forced to leave because 'his highness' demanded it, and so of course my mom had to follow.
Now, being in Toronto and having to walk / take public transit everywhere, I was pretty happy to be able to drive again. Instead of giving me 'Carl's keys' (as they're now called - even though he doesn't have his license) and my parents keeping one set (like it used to be when I still lived here), my mom decides Carl should keep his (even though he CAN'T drive without my mom or Dad in the vehicle) and loan me hers when I need them. Where the FUCK is the sense in that???
Next item is his Christmas present for me. Think of the most impersonal thing you could get someone... and it's worse than that. $10 of Tim Horton's gift certificates. And how do I know this if it's not even Christmas yet and I haven't opened any presents? Because I'm not even worth the paper or the effort to wrap it, of course!
So today I had wanted to go visit the school and all its fun teachers after work, and I told my mom as much. I wouldn't have been too long (probably ~3:30 latest, as I'm sure everyone wants to leave for the Christmas holidays), so I suggested to my mom to take me when she leaves to pick up 'his higness' and just to wait (saving gas, you know) and it wouldn't be that long. She decided, however, that she wasn't going to do that because 'Carl likes to be home early', so she would waste gas (and hence money, let alone polluting the environment) to drive Carl back home, then make a seperate trip to the school probably ten minutes later to come get me and go back when it easily could've been done in one trip.
The icing on the cake: I ended up having to stay at work until four, because they asked me to stay late, so I phoned my mom to tell her what time I was off... and I had to wait ~1/2 hour for her to come pick me up (the SAME amount of time Carl would've had to have been waiting at school which was TOTALLY unacceptable) because she was taking CARL and his FUCKING BAND EQUIPMENT wherever he wanted to go.
Next (oh yes, there's ANOTHER) happened today, and REALLY pissed me off. I had gotten home at four, and I was tired from work and not a lot of sleep the night before (I'll explain why in a second). So as I was knitting my scarf on the couch, I ended up falling asleep. When Carl came back from wherever the hell he was (and I wish he'd stayed) I was just waking up, and ha makes some (serious, not even joking) comments like 'look at her, she can't even go downstairs to her room to sleep, I can understand not wanting to go upstairs because it's UP but she's too lazy to go downstairs, what a disgrace to the family, etc. etc.'.... so when he leaves, I make some comment to my mother (with maybe just a little bit of cursing because I was frustrated - hell, I'm almost 19, they have no say in how I speak anymore) about how maybe I'm sleeping up here because all of his fucking band equipment is downstairs RIGHT BESIDE MY ROOM (thanks again, parents) and he's playing his guitar until weird hours in the morning really loudly even when I ask him to stop because I have to work at 8 the next morning. And to this, of course my dear mother, slave to Carl and all his undeserving glory, tells me to 'watch my language' and leaves it at that.
Oh, I almost forgot - yesterday at dinner he told me (seriously again) to 'go back to where I belong' (meaning Toronto)... and my mother didn't say anything about it. Calling her on it, she STILL didn't say anything to him, and told me to 'nevermind' (or brushed it off in some similar way).
Ok, I *think* that's it. And this is just what's accumulated in the four days I've been home, three of which I'd been working all day.
Ciao all...
So...
I came home late Sunday for the first time in over a month. I got the customary hug from the mother (and father when he returned) and Jason was excited to see me. Later on that night, I decided I would play "Twilight Princess", because it was Zelda and we had it and there was no way I could pass it up. So I begin playing it, and about five minutes after I begin, Carl comes home and without any sort of 'hey, nice to see you since you've been gone for so long', he *demands* I get off so he can play, and my mother agrees with that! And so after merely a few minutes of playing, I'm forced to leave because 'his highness' demanded it, and so of course my mom had to follow.
Now, being in Toronto and having to walk / take public transit everywhere, I was pretty happy to be able to drive again. Instead of giving me 'Carl's keys' (as they're now called - even though he doesn't have his license) and my parents keeping one set (like it used to be when I still lived here), my mom decides Carl should keep his (even though he CAN'T drive without my mom or Dad in the vehicle) and loan me hers when I need them. Where the FUCK is the sense in that???
Next item is his Christmas present for me. Think of the most impersonal thing you could get someone... and it's worse than that. $10 of Tim Horton's gift certificates. And how do I know this if it's not even Christmas yet and I haven't opened any presents? Because I'm not even worth the paper or the effort to wrap it, of course!
So today I had wanted to go visit the school and all its fun teachers after work, and I told my mom as much. I wouldn't have been too long (probably ~3:30 latest, as I'm sure everyone wants to leave for the Christmas holidays), so I suggested to my mom to take me when she leaves to pick up 'his higness' and just to wait (saving gas, you know) and it wouldn't be that long. She decided, however, that she wasn't going to do that because 'Carl likes to be home early', so she would waste gas (and hence money, let alone polluting the environment) to drive Carl back home, then make a seperate trip to the school probably ten minutes later to come get me and go back when it easily could've been done in one trip.
The icing on the cake: I ended up having to stay at work until four, because they asked me to stay late, so I phoned my mom to tell her what time I was off... and I had to wait ~1/2 hour for her to come pick me up (the SAME amount of time Carl would've had to have been waiting at school which was TOTALLY unacceptable) because she was taking CARL and his FUCKING BAND EQUIPMENT wherever he wanted to go.
Next (oh yes, there's ANOTHER) happened today, and REALLY pissed me off. I had gotten home at four, and I was tired from work and not a lot of sleep the night before (I'll explain why in a second). So as I was knitting my scarf on the couch, I ended up falling asleep. When Carl came back from wherever the hell he was (and I wish he'd stayed) I was just waking up, and ha makes some (serious, not even joking) comments like 'look at her, she can't even go downstairs to her room to sleep, I can understand not wanting to go upstairs because it's UP but she's too lazy to go downstairs, what a disgrace to the family, etc. etc.'.... so when he leaves, I make some comment to my mother (with maybe just a little bit of cursing because I was frustrated - hell, I'm almost 19, they have no say in how I speak anymore) about how maybe I'm sleeping up here because all of his fucking band equipment is downstairs RIGHT BESIDE MY ROOM (thanks again, parents) and he's playing his guitar until weird hours in the morning really loudly even when I ask him to stop because I have to work at 8 the next morning. And to this, of course my dear mother, slave to Carl and all his undeserving glory, tells me to 'watch my language' and leaves it at that.
Oh, I almost forgot - yesterday at dinner he told me (seriously again) to 'go back to where I belong' (meaning Toronto)... and my mother didn't say anything about it. Calling her on it, she STILL didn't say anything to him, and told me to 'nevermind' (or brushed it off in some similar way).
Ok, I *think* that's it. And this is just what's accumulated in the four days I've been home, three of which I'd been working all day.
Ciao all...