No, you do not do my laundry most of the time. If you did, I would have plenty of clean clothes most of the time as opposed to hardly ever unless I do my own goddamned laundry.
And guess what. You are the one who wanted more cats. These are your cats. Not mine. Thus guess who should be the one feeding them, getting them water, and cleaning out their litter? Guess whose room they should be sleeping in? Guess who they should be waking up at all hours of the night?
I'll give you a hint. It's not me.
Except they do live in my room. So I'll clean their litter. I'll refill their food and water bowls. I'll not kill them when they keep waking me up at night. I will love them and hug them and put them.
But I will not do anything else you want me to do. You want that entire litterbox scrubbed out? Do it youself. And when I tell you that they're your cats? Do not flip your shit on me. Overreact much? I'm not going to sit here and listen to you yell at me for 10 minutes because you can't handle taking care of your own cats. Or, I suppose, it's more that you don't want to or you don't have time to.
Da was right. You shouldn't've gotten anymore cats.
You want me to go do shit to Spice's litterbox? Fine. Cuz, guess what! He's my cat. But unless I get some sort of signed legal document that states that the other two are going with me when I move out for real? Take care of them yourself.
Let's not even get into how every shouting match, even the one-sided ones, gets back to "IF BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH, THEN I'M SO SORRY THAT I'VE FAILED YOU"
You know what? You have. You've created two - possibly three - children who have incredibly difficult times handling relationships of any sort because they feel like they can't trust anyone. You set the groundwork for one to become the most laidback person ever because she's afraid if she's not, no one will be friends with her. You set the groundwork for one to become an entitled brat because you gave her everything she ever wanted. You set the groundwork for one to "throw away" everything "to get back at you". Children who can't comprehend that taking from other people - be it borrowed cash or a shoulder to lean on - is perfectly okay; that they don't always have to be the one who's there for everyone. Including you, Mum. Need I go on?
So don't expect me to do everything for your kittens. Don't expect me to be the one to say "Yes, we need to put Rex down" so that you don't have to feel guilty about killing the dog. And don't try to make yourself out to be the victim.
No Love, Your itching to get out of the house, Erin
I absolutely hate watching you go through this. It's not fair - every girl needs a mother that doesn't suck. As a consolation prize of sorts, you do have me (if I'm even old enough to have maternal value, which I doubt) and Vicki (who really is a mom!) and lots of other people who love you very much. And you're smarter than me, so you will be moving out of your mother's clutches much sooner. Even if you live in the dorms and come home for the summer, it will be different, I promise.
Oh, and felting is when you knit something out of animal fibers (ie wool, mohair, alpaca) and then you toss it in the washing machine so that it shrinks and the stitches meld together and become felt. If you've ever washed a human-sized sweater in the machine and come back with a doll-sized sweater, that is felting. But on accident. Woohoo for cross-blog-commentation!
You guys rock. :-) And I figure if anyone has to have shittyass parents, at least in this case it's people who can take it and have learned to dish back, as opposed to people who're gonna kill themselves cuz life sucks. *always sometimes looks on the bright side of life :-P* And I shall move out soon as possible and get a mad good awesome job so I can be like, "I will buy y'all plane tickets to stay here for a couple weeks when life sucks" to all my intarweb friends & their siblings/children/whatever who still live with their parents.
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Oh, and felting is when you knit something out of animal fibers (ie wool, mohair, alpaca) and then you toss it in the washing machine so that it shrinks and the stitches meld together and become felt. If you've ever washed a human-sized sweater in the machine and come back with a doll-sized sweater, that is felting. But on accident. Woohoo for cross-blog-commentation!
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alwayssometimes looks on the bright side of life :-P* And I shall move out soon as possible and get a mad good awesome job so I can be like, "I will buy y'all plane tickets to stay here for a couple weeks when life sucks" to all my intarweb friends & their siblings/children/whatever who still live with their parents.Dude, felting sounds mad-cool. :-) That's awesome!