Son of a --
Why is it that every Sunday my entire household gets into World War III.
It started today when we were making beds. My mom was getting on me again for not having all my earrings matched in the dresser. I said I couldn't do it today because I had tests to study for and homework. We got into a usual spat about homework and time and then it escalated, somehow got my dad involved, went back to the usual ' no one standing up for my mom against her mother ' and so on. I pointed out that I would call her and tell her just how insane she is and that she needs to cut the shit. My mom laughed, in that crazy angry way you know, and proceeded to tell me, "GOOD LUCK FINDING THE NUMBER" all the while still hysterically screaming about how none of us care or stand up for her. Basically the fights go that she's always right, anything we say is wrong or has an explanation, and that what she says is golden.
I couldn't find the number I wanted and she kept laughing. Frankly, if you're going to say no one stands up for you, AT LEAST GIVE THEM THE CHANCE TO, seriously And also, I don't mind it but why should your daughter who is only sixteen have to get into a huge fight with the entire family because she bitched at the grandmother for being a greedy manipulative bitch?
And now one one in my family is talking ( save for my dad and I ). Thursday is my birthday, and Wednesday we have plans, and at this rate I'm going to have the worst birthday ever. I almost had Kelsey drive me over to her house today because I could not stop crying.
I really, really want to live on campus next year in college, because I cannot stand this any longer.