twirls in a circle ventpost yay
i consider myself parentified but I never really thought of myself as a mediator in parental arguments which is one of the like “symptoms” but last night my dad was doing his shitface thing of acting like he knows everything there is to know about people and teenagers and workers and whatnot while lecturing me about my job interview today and my mom was getting mad at him for being a dick and laughing at me whenever I said something dumb and “predictable” that “every stupid teenager says” and they started fighting about that and I was just sitting there listening because what the fuck else do I do? Leave? They’ll yell at me if I leave and so eventually my mom was like “Ruthie, do YOU think I’m right?” and I was like “I don’t want to get in your argument.” And she got pissed and said “Well fine, if both of you are gonna he pissy at me then I’m not helping your scheduling.” And she left and I was like ??? and I started crying and my dad said “stop crying. she’s a woman, she’s emotional. Go dry your tears in 60 seconds and come back” and just. Yeah. Ok. I really. Hate my parents. Specifically my father
