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Why I dread going home on weekends - WARNING LANGUAGE/RANT
13 years ago
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***WARNING - STRONG LANGUAGE AND STREAM OF CONCIOUSNESS RANT***
So my mom is bipolar, I don't know how many of you know that. Lord knows how my dad takes it and stays with her.
Her latest rant at us came courtesy of the fact that my dad forgot to tell her the dryer buzzer went off downstairs. We were all tired and watching a movie. I had a headache and just wanted to try and focus on the movie. My dad apparently was supposed to tell my mom after 5 minutes so her clothes did not shrink. He didn't. Mom says now all her clothes have shrunk yet she hung them to dry the rest of the way anyways. She called us worthless sons-of-bitches.
I wish I could say this is the first time this has happened, but it is not. Its happened all my life. People wonder why I'm so quiet at times, so anxious. I can point to that being a main source of it. When my mom gets in a mood there is no reasoning with her. This goes well beyond the whole cliche "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" bit. No, she is a real ringtailed bitch that cannot be reasoned with. We are the bad guys because something unfortunate happened and claims with both lack any common sense. For God's sake woman, it was a simple mistake. If you can't tolerate mistakes the you need to fucking change your goddamn life. Life isn't perfect and if you haven't realized that after almost 60 years then you've been diluting yourself the entire way.
And then I ask her why she is so mean, why she doesn't try to change. And she simply responds that she is old and doesn't have to change for anyone. It's like she has somehow given up on life, but still lives for God knows what reason. I don't understand her. I hope your happy mom. You're unchecked ranting and raving through the years has hurt a whole lot more than some Goddamn clothes that probably still fit just fine. Maybe if you would stop to think how your anger affects others and actually take the time to hear what you are saying. You may not mean any of it the next day, but words hurt. It all hurt. It still hurts and you are the sole reason I dread going home on weekends. It doesn't matter if you are fine with me and dad tomorrow. You said those words to the both of us, to our faces. Words hurt and you don't know how bad because you have to think your so fucking perfect. I'll be so happy once I go back to my apartment at least there I won't have anyone to yell at me for the slightest infraction upon your perfect universe.
So my mom is bipolar, I don't know how many of you know that. Lord knows how my dad takes it and stays with her.
Her latest rant at us came courtesy of the fact that my dad forgot to tell her the dryer buzzer went off downstairs. We were all tired and watching a movie. I had a headache and just wanted to try and focus on the movie. My dad apparently was supposed to tell my mom after 5 minutes so her clothes did not shrink. He didn't. Mom says now all her clothes have shrunk yet she hung them to dry the rest of the way anyways. She called us worthless sons-of-bitches.
I wish I could say this is the first time this has happened, but it is not. Its happened all my life. People wonder why I'm so quiet at times, so anxious. I can point to that being a main source of it. When my mom gets in a mood there is no reasoning with her. This goes well beyond the whole cliche "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" bit. No, she is a real ringtailed bitch that cannot be reasoned with. We are the bad guys because something unfortunate happened and claims with both lack any common sense. For God's sake woman, it was a simple mistake. If you can't tolerate mistakes the you need to fucking change your goddamn life. Life isn't perfect and if you haven't realized that after almost 60 years then you've been diluting yourself the entire way.
And then I ask her why she is so mean, why she doesn't try to change. And she simply responds that she is old and doesn't have to change for anyone. It's like she has somehow given up on life, but still lives for God knows what reason. I don't understand her. I hope your happy mom. You're unchecked ranting and raving through the years has hurt a whole lot more than some Goddamn clothes that probably still fit just fine. Maybe if you would stop to think how your anger affects others and actually take the time to hear what you are saying. You may not mean any of it the next day, but words hurt. It all hurt. It still hurts and you are the sole reason I dread going home on weekends. It doesn't matter if you are fine with me and dad tomorrow. You said those words to the both of us, to our faces. Words hurt and you don't know how bad because you have to think your so fucking perfect. I'll be so happy once I go back to my apartment at least there I won't have anyone to yell at me for the slightest infraction upon your perfect universe.
If you need anyone to talk to note me or hell just show up at my apt. xP Trust me I know how stressful it can be. People with disorders don't realize what they say hurts people.