bleah.
Last night, I had dinner at my parents. Dad took me home, and on the way, called some of the music I like (80s pop) “boyband crap” and said one of my favorite artists “sounds like a little bitch”. I don’t know what his problem is but he gets really hateful sometimes and I don’t like to be around him when he’s like that, he’s so freakin’ negative. I was annoyed so I just shut my mouth and laid my head back until we got to my house.
Today I was having a nice day with mom, and then she brings it up. She said I offended him or hurt his precious feels or some shit. Has he no self awareness?! He was being a jagoff, and mom acts like only his fee-fees mattered. /rolls eyes/ She’ll do anything to avoid upsetting him. He never gets the blame for anything he does.
This is the guy that made fun of me when I thought I was having a stroke. I had already had one suspected mini-stroke, so it wasn’t a wild assumption. She defended him then as well. I’ve never felt so alone.
I know it’s dumb, but it really pissed me off.
Listening to: My Dying Bride – The Cry of Mankind