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| As I see it, my family life isn't that bad. We all seem to get along ok. I am referring to my father, my brother, and myself. Everything seems to run pretty smoothly most of the time, until it's time for Aaron to do his homework or get ready for bed, or when I want to stay out all night. Then the screaming matches begin, and the peace ends. I find it difficult to grasp as to how such a simple request like, "Can I have an extra 5 bucks?" can end up as an all out bellowing door slam fest. I know all other families have them, but JEEZ....WHY?!?!? I can't believe the pointless shit we all argue over, such as who's front day it is, and who forgot to feed the dogs last night. Of course, the smaller one always wins. Aaron gets his front day in the car, and I get to feed the dogs. Imagine my joy. But when the time comes when I want to stay over at a friend's house, or go to a concert from which I wont be home until 3am, it erupts. After all I am 18, i'm not daddy's sweet darling minor anymore. In the eyes of the law, I am legal ( in most aspects ) and I have a whole new set of rights to abuse!! My dad always manages to give me his long speech of how much he worries about me, and how he thinks something terrible is going to happen. Well, if I stay cooped up any longer, you're going to have to worry about me killing you and dancing on your dead body. Hows THAT for comprimise ladies and gentleman?! I never actually used that line, I just may have to one of these days, until I think i'm ready to leave the jailhouse, and dig my own grave out in the real world. Grandparents and mother will be seen under another category ( see idiots and pointless wastes of uteran space when it's finished ) Ah my home away from home ( a.k.a. b/f's house ) is the same. I love his mother and siblings alot, they all rock the mullet, but the same thing always happens. I don't escape my reality, I simply experience the same one in different surroundings and different players of course. I hope that when AND IF I ever decide to bring another child into this world, that our home life will be just a smidge better than mine. When I was little, I always made my barbies talk in the car on thier way to thier untimely demise ( the corner of my bed made a lovely cliff back then. ) since my family hardly ever speaks in the car. You know that silence, akward, annoying, but it's so welcome you don't want to break it by starting up a new argument all over again. No matter WHAT you say, a fight will start, even if you compliment your brother's new shirt, it turns into "SHE'S MAKING FUN OF ME!!!" and "STOP HITTING ME I'M TRYING TO BE NICE YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!" cest la vie no? |
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