RANT
It all started like this. They wanted me to cancel my Spring Break Trip(which was planned 6 months ahead of time) because they finally found someone to sell their house to. They wanted me to come get all my stuff during Spring Break, instead of when I got back. This past week or so I have been loading up crap and bringing to my house. Of course my mother doesn't give a flying fvck about her dead husband so she tells me that I should take his army fatigues and some of his other stuff. Well ok. I would LOVE to have a lot of his stuff but I find it sad she wants to give it to my now that she is moving. She is so enamored with my step-dad that she doesn't give a flippity fvck about my dead father anymore. Yeah just give all his sh!t to the fvcking thrift store. No one in my family cares anymore except me and my grandparents(my father's parents). My brother is such a negative and demanding jackass that no one wants to be around him. I am the only one that turned out with some sense of normalcy so I have to deal with all their petty crap.
The thing that set me off today was a table and chairs. I had been up ALL night writing a philosophy paper and then had to take my brother out to my parents old house. Of course by their rules I HAVE to do all this stuff because I am the YOUNGER one. Anyways, he was being an ass all morning because he wanted me to take him RIGHT then and there. No matter I was DOING something. He wanted to be there at 7AM to fvck with stuff even though everything was packed and the truck wouldn't be there to 10. Once I got home I fell asleep on my floor. I incoherently moved to my bed sometimes during this. My parents arrived at my house around 2:30 and starting ringing the doorbell. I was so tired that I told them to put the table and chairs anywhere. Of course I meant a RATIONAL anywhere. They put the goddamn things in the middle of the fvcking hallway. What MORON does that? I have a nice big garage! I called her up and got into an argument. She said they didn't have time to put it in a proper place. Would it have been that much harder to put it in the garage? I mean after all I am taking this table and chair set because YOU were going to THROW it away.
We get into an argument how she hasn't done anything but be my step-father's sidekick since my father died and it turned pretty heated. She was being so fvcking stubborn and hard headed that I finally just hung up. Listen to some of the crap I have to put up with: Don't call during 5:30 to 7:00 because that is when they eat. EVEN IF I HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT it has to WAIT while they EAT? As if it is that much problem to listen for 5 goddamn seconds about something that is not even my problem to begin with. No calling after 10PM. See I have this theory... they are aliens. Why else no calls after 10PM? Seriously, my mother said even if I was hurt NOT to call after 10. She said they could be called in the morning.
I am so fvcking tired of their inconsiderate asses that I REFUSE to ever talk to them again. Ever. Fvck it. I am done.
Edit- Did I mention the fact that they don't talk to my Grandparents anymore? There was a big fight about a bunch of crap and my parents told them they have no right to interfere with my life. Well guess what? They do because I WANT them to have a right to interfere with my life. Thank you very much may I be in charge for a while?!
It all started like this. They wanted me to cancel my Spring Break Trip(which was planned 6 months ahead of time) because they finally found someone to sell their house to. They wanted me to come get all my stuff during Spring Break, instead of when I got back. This past week or so I have been loading up crap and bringing to my house. Of course my mother doesn't give a flying fvck about her dead husband so she tells me that I should take his army fatigues and some of his other stuff. Well ok. I would LOVE to have a lot of his stuff but I find it sad she wants to give it to my now that she is moving. She is so enamored with my step-dad that she doesn't give a flippity fvck about my dead father anymore. Yeah just give all his sh!t to the fvcking thrift store. No one in my family cares anymore except me and my grandparents(my father's parents). My brother is such a negative and demanding jackass that no one wants to be around him. I am the only one that turned out with some sense of normalcy so I have to deal with all their petty crap.
The thing that set me off today was a table and chairs. I had been up ALL night writing a philosophy paper and then had to take my brother out to my parents old house. Of course by their rules I HAVE to do all this stuff because I am the YOUNGER one. Anyways, he was being an ass all morning because he wanted me to take him RIGHT then and there. No matter I was DOING something. He wanted to be there at 7AM to fvck with stuff even though everything was packed and the truck wouldn't be there to 10. Once I got home I fell asleep on my floor. I incoherently moved to my bed sometimes during this. My parents arrived at my house around 2:30 and starting ringing the doorbell. I was so tired that I told them to put the table and chairs anywhere. Of course I meant a RATIONAL anywhere. They put the goddamn things in the middle of the fvcking hallway. What MORON does that? I have a nice big garage! I called her up and got into an argument. She said they didn't have time to put it in a proper place. Would it have been that much harder to put it in the garage? I mean after all I am taking this table and chair set because YOU were going to THROW it away.
We get into an argument how she hasn't done anything but be my step-father's sidekick since my father died and it turned pretty heated. She was being so fvcking stubborn and hard headed that I finally just hung up. Listen to some of the crap I have to put up with: Don't call during 5:30 to 7:00 because that is when they eat. EVEN IF I HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT it has to WAIT while they EAT? As if it is that much problem to listen for 5 goddamn seconds about something that is not even my problem to begin with. No calling after 10PM. See I have this theory... they are aliens. Why else no calls after 10PM? Seriously, my mother said even if I was hurt NOT to call after 10. She said they could be called in the morning.
I am so fvcking tired of their inconsiderate asses that I REFUSE to ever talk to them again. Ever. Fvck it. I am done.
Edit- Did I mention the fact that they don't talk to my Grandparents anymore? There was a big fight about a bunch of crap and my parents told them they have no right to interfere with my life. Well guess what? They do because I WANT them to have a right to interfere with my life. Thank you very much may I be in charge for a while?!
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