My Truckin Father!
Okay so I love my parents dearly but sometimes they say something that breaks my heart and tonight was one of those times. My father came home from work and dinner hadn’t been started yet my mother and I didn’t know how to make Lobster Rolls so we were waiting for him. So he starts and he’s banging spoons around and spatulas and other stuff and he starts getting super annoyed. He said that ‘I don’t want to have to work 12-hour days and then come home to make dinner, I mean the house is a mess.’ Yes it might have been a bit messy because my mother was helping me earlier with my hair and I hadn’t had time in between homework and Theatre things that need to be memorized and doing laundry to deep clean the house, and my mom had been running around all day for errands and other things that moms do. Now first off he only works 10 hours max and I know he’s tired I get it.
I mean I go to school and at least twice a week I am stuck there from 7 in the morning until 7 at night and I still have to help with dinner do my chores and homework. I get that he’s tired but when he comes home he sits on his ass and has a beer. God, I’m so mad because neither of my parents see how hard I work and how much I just want to curl up in a ball and do nothing. But I get up and I do it. I’m sounding like such a brat but right now I don’t care because I hate how they don’t see the effort I put into things.
My mother had to audacity to tell my aunt in front of me how I’m ‘just not trying anymore’ and I reverted into myself for the rest of the day and my parents didn’t notice but our family friends did. Life sucks sometimes.
