I got like 4 hours of sleep last night then this morning my dad slaps my mom with a paper towel because she misunderstood him while they were talking then he bitches he didn’t hit her and laughs…so much laughing then claims he did but didn’t leave any marks so more laughing
Then my mom says she won’t call the cops…no only if he hit her a second time she would…of course he didn’t
My family already in a broken state this morning I then tell my mom I bought anime stickers for like 23 bucks on top of yesterday my water bottle, some snacks and fucking soap for my bathroom
She then bitches that they (my parents) don’t have money and that they spend so much money on gas and it’s killing them…I then repeatedly have to say “it’s. My. Money” and that I agreed to pay for a month of gas next month when I’m paid!!
Then after a lot of fighting my dad comes in my room says “oh go ahead and order it but I’m telling you we are out of money and can’t keep doing this” then when I again say “I did. It’s my money so I bought what I wanted! It’s my money I buy my own stuff!” It turns into a massive fight and he storms out
I work retail…I go through a costum made hell made by the devil and it’s father daily…my feet die over a thousand times to the point I’m taking a bottle of generic kids pain killer (cause I don’t swallow pills) daily…I leave my 8 hour shift and can hardly walk I struggle to leave the car and have to lean on so many things just to get inside the house then I have to ask my parents who then bitch about me being lazy and that why can’t I do it and are my legs broke? No so do it yourself to please reheat dinner and get me a glass of something to drink
I’m so unstable walking due to pain or numbness I have to lean on anything or I lay in my bed and don’t go anywhere because I physically don’t feel like the deaths of hell stabbing my feet to there death would be fun or I’m too scared to walk
I go through this daily and when I spend my money which I very much earned my family bitches about there finances there money there gas there grocery bill there running out of money they can’t handle it there going broke…I do not spend there money besides gas…everything else I buy is via my money that I tell my mother take out of my savings
I’m sick…I’m tired…I’m physically shaking and my eyes are bloodshot and red from crying and I just can’t handle this anymore I don’t wanna work today but I need my pay
Oh…I take too long ‘2 minutes late’ to the car and tell my mother I’m having a mental break down she just tells me oh…well…quit your job then and when I claim no there the two psychos pushing me to there my mother just says “oh well I’m having a bad day too”
Bad day? No mom it’s not dad hit you so you had a little wreck and now everything is fine and then my dad laughed and said I have a headache from stress and gasoline
Neither of them understand nor do they give a fuck about me it’s like I’m some kind of emotionless human to them and that anything they do or say can’t hurt…can’t throw me to a break down…can’t make me lose it