So currently pulling my hair out
I am so so tired of (warning: major ranting)
I'm currently living at home with my parents. Basically, I hate it here because my parents have gotten difficult to live with. My mom has daily silent tantrums, where she will slam things so loud I can hear it upstairs, or startle me when I'm in the next room. I don't know if it's her being passive aggressive and being mad about something, but I can never figure out what would be making her mad. When I ask her if she's mad about something, she innocently says "no, why?" and continues being so loud. When she's not intentionally being loud, she is super fast and careless about everything, even though she doesn't have to go anywhere, and is constantly dropping stuff.
Also, my dad and her are constantly nit-picking or basically coming up with excuses to talk about me or make me a scapegoat. For example, when I take out my trash on Sundays, I occasionally leave the small trash bags on the tile floor for some time while I was doing something else. My dad can't handle it, and immediately starts talking about it to my mom downstairs. This is ridiculous to me, because sometimes he just straight up leaves and forgets a little bag of trash in somewhere weird and much less sanitary in the house (like on top of the clothes washer). So hypocritical. And I think it's a little gross and weird, but I don't bring it up, and if I did, my dad would guaranteed blow up at me, and then when I tell my mom she would defend him. Which I don't understand, because they don't even like each other. Other times, my mom will know that I am home, and will come in through the door finishing up talking trash about me. She will say something like REALLY scathing about me, as if she was talking about her worst enemy, like "it's not like she [blahblahblah]." She even made a critical catty comment about my slippers, which she said aren't even comfortable - she bought them for me. Finally, she competes with me. For example, when I'm talking at a gathering, she will talk over me. Also, some days I will be the only other person in the room, and she will talk and drone to me, but when I say something, or say, burn my hand cooking, she will keep talking like I'm not there or nothing even happened.
No matter what I do, I cannot escape criticism and cannot make them happy. Well, sometimes it seems like they're happy about somethings, but I never really know how they will react that day. It all depends on how their life is going at the moment, I think. I am doing all I can, favors-wise, to make it a good week for my mom because it's Mother's Day, though. I will still do nice things, but I can't say that I will have the same good untarnished feelings that used to be there. I saw my parents do this to my older sister - scapegoating her and taking out all their bad moods on her, even when it wasn't warranted.
It seems that once I started thinking more for myself at a certain age, they decided to start doing this to me, too. And by thinking for myself, I don't mean anything crazy at all. I mean things like doing lots of careful research on a car problem I'm having, and then telling my parents, and them not believing me, but then believing a stranger who tells them the same thing. It's just really sad, honestly. Like, I didn't realize how dislikable and emotionally immature they are. I love them, but I don't like them most of the time.
I'm currently living at home with my parents. Basically, I hate it here because my parents have gotten difficult to live with. My mom has daily silent tantrums, where she will slam things so loud I can hear it upstairs, or startle me when I'm in the next room. I don't know if it's her being passive aggressive and being mad about something, but I can never figure out what would be making her mad. When I ask her if she's mad about something, she innocently says "no, why?" and continues being so loud. When she's not intentionally being loud, she is super fast and careless about everything, even though she doesn't have to go anywhere, and is constantly dropping stuff.
Also, my dad and her are constantly nit-picking or basically coming up with excuses to talk about me or make me a scapegoat. For example, when I take out my trash on Sundays, I occasionally leave the small trash bags on the tile floor for some time while I was doing something else. My dad can't handle it, and immediately starts talking about it to my mom downstairs. This is ridiculous to me, because sometimes he just straight up leaves and forgets a little bag of trash in somewhere weird and much less sanitary in the house (like on top of the clothes washer). So hypocritical. And I think it's a little gross and weird, but I don't bring it up, and if I did, my dad would guaranteed blow up at me, and then when I tell my mom she would defend him. Which I don't understand, because they don't even like each other. Other times, my mom will know that I am home, and will come in through the door finishing up talking trash about me. She will say something like REALLY scathing about me, as if she was talking about her worst enemy, like "it's not like she [blahblahblah]." She even made a critical catty comment about my slippers, which she said aren't even comfortable - she bought them for me. Finally, she competes with me. For example, when I'm talking at a gathering, she will talk over me. Also, some days I will be the only other person in the room, and she will talk and drone to me, but when I say something, or say, burn my hand cooking, she will keep talking like I'm not there or nothing even happened.
No matter what I do, I cannot escape criticism and cannot make them happy. Well, sometimes it seems like they're happy about somethings, but I never really know how they will react that day. It all depends on how their life is going at the moment, I think. I am doing all I can, favors-wise, to make it a good week for my mom because it's Mother's Day, though. I will still do nice things, but I can't say that I will have the same good untarnished feelings that used to be there. I saw my parents do this to my older sister - scapegoating her and taking out all their bad moods on her, even when it wasn't warranted.
It seems that once I started thinking more for myself at a certain age, they decided to start doing this to me, too. And by thinking for myself, I don't mean anything crazy at all. I mean things like doing lots of careful research on a car problem I'm having, and then telling my parents, and them not believing me, but then believing a stranger who tells them the same thing. It's just really sad, honestly. Like, I didn't realize how dislikable and emotionally immature they are. I love them, but I don't like them most of the time.