This is a little bit different than my usual posts on this page, but what I am about to blog about really made my angry.Anyway, today is Mother's Day and my dad made my siblings and me make all three meals for my mother. We made it through breakfast and lunch (barely) and now we are making dinner. I had to grate mozzarella cheese for the chicken and I finished it, stuck the cheese in the bag and went to wash my hands. I turned back around and my dad had ground his fingers into the side of the block of cheese to rip off a huge chunk of it. Obviously I was like, "Dad? What are you doing?" He just looked at me blankly and I was like, "That's so gross." After that he flipped out. He went on this rant about how I'm mean. It was really him saying this over and over again, "You're mean. You're just so mean." And I was like, "But you didn't even use a knife or wash your hands." And he got all upset again, "No, stop it. You're mean."
For some people, this would have made them feel bad. But not me. It really pissed me off. My dad is a jerk. To me and to my family. Especially when he gets in a bad mood. Now don't get me wrong, he's a good man, but he is by no means able to judge me in this situation. My dad puts pressure on me and forces me into doing things I don't want to all because he's a dad and he can. I don't fight back because I only have two years left to deal with him. But this really set me over the edge.
I am in no way affected by my family's opinion of me. I don't care about anything that they have to say about me or what they think of me. I am probably going to go for a run to blow off some steam.
Anybody else's home life a little bit shaky?
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