-5:32pm-
After practice (my dad picked me up) we went to Burger King. We called my mom asking if she wanted it. She never really told him she did. She's like "what? huh? BurgerKing? well. (30 seconds of silence) it's up to you". God she pisses me off so much now. I can't stand it. If I tell her she's wrong she'll kill me. If I talk back to her she'll kill me. So you have to stay quite. Not saying what you feel. She's wrong. So wrong. Me and my dad are starting to bond more and more. We talk about my mom being...yeah. Damn. She's so fucking lazy. She won't get off her sorry ass to do anything. When we got home she opened the door and gave my dad a trash bag to take out. She could've done it herself, but no. NO. She waited about an hour for him to get home and make him do it. I just want to yell at her. But I can't. I won't. To afraid. To small to say something; to say she's wrong. She's so wrong. I want to speak, but I can't. I won't. Never. She treats my dad like shit. Other times she's really nice to him. It's weird. Sometimes I want them to get a divorce because of the way she treats him. But I don't want them to. I love them both. Even though she's turning into a bitch. Maybe it's because she's getting older. The hormones. She treats us like shit sometimes. But at school. The kids. They're treated so much better. Don't get me wrong. I love my mom. I don't know what I would do without her, but a lot of the time she's pissed off at us. We say something. We get yelled at. My dad says something. He wishes he wouldn't have. She thinks she's never wrong. But she is. She can't stand being told she's wrong. She can't except the fact that maybe once in her life she's wrong. God. I can't take it. She's getting worse. The way she acts now. All it is, is anger. She doesn't want to do anything. Like go out of the house. She's lazy. Lazy I tell yah. I hate it. I hate it all.