Chocolate Does NOT Fix Problems with People Warning: Family Issues and bitching ahead. Ok, so I've been having issues with my family as of late, namely my father. He doesn't realize there is a time when you just shouldn't say anything, or maybe sugar coat your words a bit before you say something. Also, he will never, NEVER, admit that something might be his fault. This entitles two separate stories. 1. A few days ago, I was searching through the photos that I have stored away on my computer, wanting to post them to FB. I had gotten about half of the ones I wanted up, when my dad came in and looked over my shoulder to see what I was doing. The first thing out of his mouth when he sees the photos? "Ugh! Don't put those up! They're the ugliest photos of you yet!" ...So what your saying is that in all my photos I look ugly, but these are the worse. Wow. Thank you dad. I knew I wasn't the most attractive female in the world, but I never realized just how ugly I am until this moment. I mean, if my father can't even pretend I'm his 'beautiful little girl', imagine what the world must think of me. Thank you very much, dad. 2. Me and my dad are the ones who are at home most of the time, so Im the one he come and bitches to when he's mad. If my mom has touched anything of his, he goes into a rage and bitches about it to me. If my brother skirts his chores, again, I'm the one he bitches to. Im not the one he's mad at, but I'm the one he complains about it to. He's scary when he's angry. He looks ready to murder, and all I can think of when he's bitching to me is "God, I am so glad he's not mad at me.." I know he's not really capable of hurting anybody, but fuck, he looks it when he's mad. Anyway, about an hour ago, he came up from the basement, pissed off about a missing cord for his iPod dock, and instantly, its my fault because I was the last to use it. I didn't unplug it, he did it to show off that it still works without the cord. I didn't touch the cord. My dad wouldn't admit that he might have been wrong, and openly began accusing me a liar. We got into a shouting match, ending up with him trying to pacify me with a chocolate orange, to make me stop arguing and admit he was right. You know what? FUCK YOU! Chocolate is not going to make me forget you were wrong, and its not going to make me forgive you for calling me a liar. Im still pissed, and I'm not willing to let it go. |