I can't do this any more
Jun. 7th, 2009 06:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexandriawebI could excuse it when I was growing up because I suppose by their old fashioned values I was a child and to be just an object but I can't fucking take this anymore. Seriously no.
I don't know why on earth I thought things would be different, but I did. I thought maybe my parents would see that, hey look I managed on my own for six months, maybe they could start treating me like an adult now.
No chance.
Since I came back I have had to cope with my step father breaking one of my art projects (so ok in the grand scheme of things, that's not that important, but since I need it for next year as reference I stupidly thought maybe he'd treat my things with a little bit of respect), the pair of them bawling and shouting at me in the exact same way that they did when I was child for forgetting things (yes I should have remembered them, but why shout? Surely saying "Oh you forgot such and such" would be fine?), both of them constantly talking down to me (Yes, hello I am aware that this is your house and you pay the bills etc, you have been drumming that into me since I was old enough to listen, but that doesn't mean you can treat me like I'm beneath you, because I'm not. Having someone they can talk down to is not the reason people have children, or it shouldn't be anyway), my step father making it blatently obvious that he want me here and doing things just because he knows they annoy me (which incedently my brother gets told off for), constant cries of "Get a job" (Yeah well if someone wasn't hogging the printer I'd have a CV and a letter in the post applying for a job, also does the word "Recession" mean anything to you? Have a look at the job centre website if you will, find me something on there that I'm qualified to do.), constant complaints about how I'm costing them to much in food, (excuse me, but I brought back a cupboard and a half of dried foods and I've been offering to cook with it, not only for myself but for everybody else to, but no whenever I do cook you hand me bags of ready made crap to cook instead, also since I spend as much time as I possibly can at Kev's house, you're not feeding me half as much as you say you are), the pair of them complaining about me going out to much (proving once and for all I can't win, they don't want me there, yet they don't want me to go out, what the fuck?).
I just can't stand this any more, come back Riahnna obsessed charvs, all is forgiven, yes I hated your guts, but you guys I could avoid if I wanted to, this is my family.
And yes, yes I do realise that I'm not doing my "treat me like an adult" thing any favours by posting a rant about my parents blog at the tender age of 20, but gods do I feel better for it!
I don't know why on earth I thought things would be different, but I did. I thought maybe my parents would see that, hey look I managed on my own for six months, maybe they could start treating me like an adult now.
No chance.
Since I came back I have had to cope with my step father breaking one of my art projects (so ok in the grand scheme of things, that's not that important, but since I need it for next year as reference I stupidly thought maybe he'd treat my things with a little bit of respect), the pair of them bawling and shouting at me in the exact same way that they did when I was child for forgetting things (yes I should have remembered them, but why shout? Surely saying "Oh you forgot such and such" would be fine?), both of them constantly talking down to me (Yes, hello I am aware that this is your house and you pay the bills etc, you have been drumming that into me since I was old enough to listen, but that doesn't mean you can treat me like I'm beneath you, because I'm not. Having someone they can talk down to is not the reason people have children, or it shouldn't be anyway), my step father making it blatently obvious that he want me here and doing things just because he knows they annoy me (which incedently my brother gets told off for), constant cries of "Get a job" (Yeah well if someone wasn't hogging the printer I'd have a CV and a letter in the post applying for a job, also does the word "Recession" mean anything to you? Have a look at the job centre website if you will, find me something on there that I'm qualified to do.), constant complaints about how I'm costing them to much in food, (excuse me, but I brought back a cupboard and a half of dried foods and I've been offering to cook with it, not only for myself but for everybody else to, but no whenever I do cook you hand me bags of ready made crap to cook instead, also since I spend as much time as I possibly can at Kev's house, you're not feeding me half as much as you say you are), the pair of them complaining about me going out to much (proving once and for all I can't win, they don't want me there, yet they don't want me to go out, what the fuck?).
I just can't stand this any more, come back Riahnna obsessed charvs, all is forgiven, yes I hated your guts, but you guys I could avoid if I wanted to, this is my family.
And yes, yes I do realise that I'm not doing my "treat me like an adult" thing any favours by posting a rant about my parents blog at the tender age of 20, but gods do I feel better for it!
