Happy birthday to me… happy birthday to me….
I really hate this… no birthday for me~
Sometimes I wish my parents would die… so I wouldn’t have to deal with their crap anymore, because their crap just ruined my week.
WARNING: rant ahead
So dad decided to invite my aunt here for the weekend because she wanted to come visit, my birthday is on Saturday and I have to spend it entertaining family because my dad has to work and my mom just doesn’t talk to his family.
So I try to work it out with mom so that my aunt and uncle can stay in the master bed room which is only used to store my mom’s cloths. She said she would clean it up but she never did, and then last night my dad decided to talk to her about the room and she said she needed access to it.
So my dad gets pissed and calls my aunt and tells her that there is no room. And this morning he blames me. So I try to fix it and he throws a bit argument that its too late and she wont feel welcome and whatnot, so we don’t even know if they are coming.
I have had to clean the house all week, by myself like always. They day my parents do housework is the day hell freezes over.
And I’m also really upset because mom and dad had to fight about this
Dad blamed me for not having everything ready, F*CK THAT, I had to do EVERYTHING and he expects it to all be figured out and he doesn’t have to do SH*T
Mom wants to through a big fit, “I’m not leaving this weekend, and they will just have to work around me”
I don’t get to have a party (not like it’s a big surprise haven’t had one since I was 8), but it’s a big deal for me this year because I’m turning 16. I know cliché, but I just wanted to do something fun, even if it was just invite some friends over and watch stupid movies. And the reason I can’t: They don’t want to waste money before the divorce… Sorry I’m such a waste.
So I have to deal with my royally f’ed up family this weekend… and all I wanted to do was hang out with my friends and eat cake….
What do I get?
Screwed over.
Happy f*cking birthday to me |