Parental Frustration.

I've been in a bad mood lately. 

Although you may like to attribute these mood swings to something as trivial as PMS, I am inclined to think otherwise.

The enemy comes in the form of two adults, male & female, 41 and 42, Caucasian and both hopelessly self-absorbed in their own opinions.

My mum and my stepdad.

You may think the purpose of this post is to bitch about them...you may be right.

Hey, I need to vent somehow.

But not without good reason.

Last night at the dinner table, my mum told me I had mail from a friend of mine. Naturally, I was pleased, although I little suspicious from the knowing way my mum had stated it and then grandly announced, "You have mail from your boyfriend!"
(Fuck you, mother dearest, stop acting like a 12 year old and making up things that arent true)
"You read it, didn't you?" I responded with narrowed eyes.
She laughed, and said ,"Well yeah."
Suddenly, I felt very irritated. I put my fork down and retorted, "Why would you read my mail?"
My mum laughed again and said,"Well, I just wanted to see what it said, normally postcards just say hi."
"So what? That doesn't give you the excuse to read my private mail, and I don't think you should be laughing, it's not funny."
By then my lovely stepdad decided to interject with, "You say we can't read your mail, you can't just make up rules which only apply to you."
"Yeah, it's not like I read your or mum's mail."
"Yes but you have a messy room."
Um...WTF?
"Whats that got to do with anything?" I demanded.
"Well if you want us to respect you, than you have to respect the house."
Hey, don't bring the house into this
"This has nothing to do with you anyway, just stay out of it."

Anyways, I'd rather not elaborate.

Another grand example was this weekend when my mum said I could not go to my friend's party as she did not trust me to go home. Hey, what else did she think I would do, sleep in a homeless shelter? Find a nice looking box?

Ever since my adolescence I have been blatantly honest with my parents (excluding the occasional "Was there drinking at the party? No mum, the horror! underage drinking! what is the world coming to?), in the hope that when I reached this age they would not question me. My efforts have been in vain, all those times I gave her the leftover change were for nothing.

So I questioned, in my frustrated state, "Why don't you trust me?!"

And she replied, "Because your sixteen. All teenagers lie, all teenagers do this."

Well thankyou for explaining mother...

Oh and to my stepdad , "Fuck you."

He called me a dickhead, I just refrained from responding the previous.


And you all thought it was PMS...