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Yeah, So after a long shitty summer I mananged to save up enough money to earn myself a weekend off. And, I went to RVA for best friends day and had a huge blast and it was the best time ever.
I told everyone I was going. I even told my mom.
Now, I never actually told my brother, whom I live with, and pay rent to do so. but I figured, tell mom, she whines a lot, so he'll find out from her. that's how my faily dynamic works.
my family is a bunch of jackass control freaks who constantly judge me on everything I do, whether it's good of bad or completely mundane - if I did it, it's probably wrong or evil or deranged.
So, I got back home today. Unpack my bag, the house is empty because my brother and sister in laws at work. getting cleaned up and getting my shit situated after my trip. And I realize I gotta pay a bill online i had almost forgotten about. So I turn on the computer and I get to see this lovely photoshoped rendition of me and my boyfriends faces implanted into a picture of two people riding a bike and on it it says "Best Friends or Bust"
Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK? I know my sister in law made it because she's a graphic designer. I know she put it up on the desktop to piss me off. and the reference to Best Friends day was there to say "we know what you did you sack of shit"
And they wonder why I don't make a point of telling them about my personal life? Why in the hell should I have to explain in detail everything I plan on doing and have to rationalize it to them (most people you can just TELL and they are "ok, cool have fun" but my family, if I tell them I'm going on a trip they act like the world is coming to an end.)
The best part is, for the past 2 weekend in a row they have both run off for long weekends to go to Erie for weddings. They never actualyl TOLD me they were going, I managed to find out in passing and I asked them When?Where? just so I would know because I wanted to clean the house before they got back home so it'd be nice when they got back from their trip. And even, when they both went the first time, I texted my brother as asked "how was the trip? make it up there ontime? when will you be coming back on Sunday?" just to see what was up. And I got no response what-so-ever and so I left it at that. I didn't bother asking questions the second time because I figured, it's none of my business and I really don't care what either of them is up to all the time anyhow.
So, why, when I plan a trip, do they expect me to give them some special curtesy of giving them my itinerary and giving them the 411 on my whereabouts on daily basis?
I will admit, I didn't tell them. I pretty much didn't tell them on purpose for several reasons. Becuase I didn't feel like hearing their shit. and sometimes, I like to escape far away from this place and my family and have some ME time and have fun on MY terms and not have to answer to them for things that don't matter. I finally told my mother where I was going about 2 days before I left and I got the exact respones I expected... a gruf angry sigh, an eye roll, and dead silence. AKA Judgement, and not the nice kind.
Fuck, I didn't even do anything bad. You can ask Ray Beez and Ian (if they were paying attention), at the bike lot show I didn't even drink.. never touched a beer all day. In fact, I only drank a few beers at Hadad's lake the day before and then went and chilled at the river with my friends after and we had run out of beer and it was after 2 and I wasn't even that drunk by that time. One night I even spent chilling at my girl Victorias house with her roommates and my friend Redd and we played fucking Apples to Apples for 3 hours and I drank diet coke while they get hammered.
I'm just super pissed off and insulted at the assumptions my relatives make and the backhanded bullshit they try to do to me under some rationale that since I fucked up in the past it means I'm worthless now and can't be trusted and don't deserve to enjoy life.
and people wonder why I up and ran away from home as soon as I possibly could to escape this horrible town and the pathetic life I've been expected to live because its the life they choose to live.
FUCK OFF AND GET OUTTA MY BUSINESS!
I told everyone I was going. I even told my mom.
Now, I never actually told my brother, whom I live with, and pay rent to do so. but I figured, tell mom, she whines a lot, so he'll find out from her. that's how my faily dynamic works.
my family is a bunch of jackass control freaks who constantly judge me on everything I do, whether it's good of bad or completely mundane - if I did it, it's probably wrong or evil or deranged.
So, I got back home today. Unpack my bag, the house is empty because my brother and sister in laws at work. getting cleaned up and getting my shit situated after my trip. And I realize I gotta pay a bill online i had almost forgotten about. So I turn on the computer and I get to see this lovely photoshoped rendition of me and my boyfriends faces implanted into a picture of two people riding a bike and on it it says "Best Friends or Bust"
Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK? I know my sister in law made it because she's a graphic designer. I know she put it up on the desktop to piss me off. and the reference to Best Friends day was there to say "we know what you did you sack of shit"
And they wonder why I don't make a point of telling them about my personal life? Why in the hell should I have to explain in detail everything I plan on doing and have to rationalize it to them (most people you can just TELL and they are "ok, cool have fun" but my family, if I tell them I'm going on a trip they act like the world is coming to an end.)
The best part is, for the past 2 weekend in a row they have both run off for long weekends to go to Erie for weddings. They never actualyl TOLD me they were going, I managed to find out in passing and I asked them When?Where? just so I would know because I wanted to clean the house before they got back home so it'd be nice when they got back from their trip. And even, when they both went the first time, I texted my brother as asked "how was the trip? make it up there ontime? when will you be coming back on Sunday?" just to see what was up. And I got no response what-so-ever and so I left it at that. I didn't bother asking questions the second time because I figured, it's none of my business and I really don't care what either of them is up to all the time anyhow.
So, why, when I plan a trip, do they expect me to give them some special curtesy of giving them my itinerary and giving them the 411 on my whereabouts on daily basis?
I will admit, I didn't tell them. I pretty much didn't tell them on purpose for several reasons. Becuase I didn't feel like hearing their shit. and sometimes, I like to escape far away from this place and my family and have some ME time and have fun on MY terms and not have to answer to them for things that don't matter. I finally told my mother where I was going about 2 days before I left and I got the exact respones I expected... a gruf angry sigh, an eye roll, and dead silence. AKA Judgement, and not the nice kind.
Fuck, I didn't even do anything bad. You can ask Ray Beez and Ian (if they were paying attention), at the bike lot show I didn't even drink.. never touched a beer all day. In fact, I only drank a few beers at Hadad's lake the day before and then went and chilled at the river with my friends after and we had run out of beer and it was after 2 and I wasn't even that drunk by that time. One night I even spent chilling at my girl Victorias house with her roommates and my friend Redd and we played fucking Apples to Apples for 3 hours and I drank diet coke while they get hammered.
I'm just super pissed off and insulted at the assumptions my relatives make and the backhanded bullshit they try to do to me under some rationale that since I fucked up in the past it means I'm worthless now and can't be trusted and don't deserve to enjoy life.
and people wonder why I up and ran away from home as soon as I possibly could to escape this horrible town and the pathetic life I've been expected to live because its the life they choose to live.
FUCK OFF AND GET OUTTA MY BUSINESS!