Artemisia wrote:What happened luv?
Just.. my fucking dad. I got into a row with him a week ago
, because he started yelling at me for having not done the dishes yet when I hadn't even finished my lunch yet (I hadn't even started
eating my lunch yet; I had just got to my room and sat down when he started bitching) and I got petty and spiteful over being yelled at (I had actually already said to myself "oh, kitchen's kinda messy, I'd better get that once I finish eating", so that didn't help) and decided it could fucking wait
, and just now he went whining to my mom about it, and OH GUESS WHAT PART HE CONVENIENTLY LEAVES OUT, but made sure to mention that I told him I'd decided it could wait just to spite him, so she decides to come in and give me a nice long talk about how hurtful I was being (never mind that everything I know about being petty and spiteful, I learned from that man, and she fucking knows it
) and how I was supposed to be more responsible and just, just, ugh. And this morning right after I woke up I overheard him bitching because he pants didn't get washed, and he tried to blame mom but she wasn't having it, so he decided to shift blame to me instead. So it's apparently my fault that his pants didn't get washed (they weren't in the laundry room; how was I to know they were dirty? Especially given the number of times I've been given the 'if you want something washed special, make sure it gets put in there and washed' talk myself) and when I brought that
up (because he tried to jump into the conversation because he heard one sentence and decided that I didn't know what I was on about) I got yelled at again.
And I was feeling good
, too, cause I had a good day, I had a nice day, I got to read a book I like and chat with my Wolfy and spend some time at the library and see the new episode of WILTY I hadn't seen yet (it was a GOOD episode, too) and then they had to go and ruin it and all I want to do is cry, cause we've always had an unspoken policy, me and my dad, that no matter how much we row about things, we don't give mom the details. We talk about the rows, but we don't give details
. And I feel like I've been betrayed because I thought we'd put it behind
us. We've all been getting on
all week and it was nice
when everything wasn't all tense and tiptoeing about each other and I knew it wouldn't last cause it doesn't do that but usually he at least waits for one of us to set it off
before having one of his bitchy tantrums.
edit: And on top of that AO3 is being a bitch and now I can't read the little bit of Mitchell/Mack fic that exists to cheer myself up. :__: