(This might seem like a small thing, but you know nothing about what he has done to me MY ENTIRE LIFE.)
I’M the one who has to do everything, I am the one who has to make sure everything is fine. Because that DIPSHIT in the other room is playing WoW again, and he yells at me for every fucking little thing I do, both good and bad.
“Didn’t you tell mom her phone rang?”
“Yes I did”
“Well obviously you don’t understand that you have to get up and tell her!”
WELL I AM SORRY?! I WAS BUSY?! You know, WITH MY WORK?! If It’s SO FUCKING IMPORTANT for mom to answer her phone, then either YOU get your shit together and tell her since you stood RIGHT FUCKING NEXT TO IT, or, since you’re a rich ass capitalist, why don’t you pay for hearing aid for her?! THAT OUGHT TO HELP?!
Or, I know. Why don’t you just get your ass up from that game and actually DO SOMETHING?! Like the dishes, mom told you two days ago! OH GOD I GET SO PISSED.
EVERY SINGLE THING. Didn’t take Bosco out on the usual time because it’s a fucking STORM out there?! I’M AN ASSHOLE because Bosco AND I hate to get wet in the rain! WELL THANK YOU FOR YOUR LIMITLESS UNDERSTANDING, BROTHER.
I thought I might get some rest from what happened by coming here, clearly, I was mistaken. Well so long you shithead, when this trip is over, I swear to god I’m never staying the night again as long as you live under the same roof. Fucking piece of shit.