I have spent 4+ hours cleaning my house. To the point that my house is so dirty and messy that I had to clean out the FILTER on the vacuum, (not just the canister, which I have to empty 4 times) 3 times. Because this place is so dusty. And what does my dad say after he's slept the last two hours away? "Well there's chicken in the freezer, but it'll take too long to thaw it now. you should have gotten it out earlier. You were home!" Which had crossed my mind. But you know what? My dad hasn't made a homemade meal in months. I got him to make an extra steak for me when I was working the closing shift one night about a month ago. That was it. He will come home. Munch on stuff. Nap. And then when dinner time comes around he goes "Oh, I had a big lunch. I'm not hungry." And then we'll be on our own.
Every night is the same way. Why would I assume tonight would be any different? Like honestly man. I have spent time CLEANING YOUR HOUSE. YOUR MESS. And you get mad at me because I didn't start a meal that I had no idea if you were going to be "hungry" enough to eat after all your snacking? Do you know how much time I sat on my butt using the vacuum tool to clean up the corners around your seat at the table? Your crumbs and garbage. I picked up 3 Crunchie bar wrappers. There's 3 or more wrappers sitting on top of the table in amidst the bills, crap, and newspapers. If this is how you're going to act, please just go to grandma's and help her out, because i won't put up with your crap, as you well know from my snapping back at you. You're welcome for cleaning up some of the house. I know you're not going to thank me for it. And I know you won't try to keep it clean. But at least I tried because I can't handle this. I hate living in this mess. I hate living with you.












