But the good-day vibes haven't worked. I've actually just managed to spark a fairly decent fight between my parents. It's not entirely my fault - they were on edge about lord knows what anyway - but I managed to find a trigger that was sure to set them off.
My dad's the one from whom I've inherited a predisposition to mental illness. I was diagnosed with depression only after years of denying that I could possibly be heading down the same path as him.
He's also a fair bit OCD. Luckily I don't seem to have developed that yet, but we'll see. His major obsession/compulsion is with movies. Loves them. He's retired now, what else is there to do, really? He buys tons, and our basement is almost literally overflowing with DVDs. I know he has Pirates of the Caribbean somewhere (which I've never seen), so I asked if I could borrow it tonight. I couldn't find it. My mom couldn't find it. Dad came down to search and that's when it exploded.
Mom began one of her rants about the thousands (yup, literally) of dollars Dad spends on DVDs, and dad did what he does best. Retreat into silence in front of her withering tirade.
It hurts so much, because dad can't entirely help what he does, and mom is so frustrated and can't see that her anger hurts him.
Lord, I need to get out of this house.
My dad's the one from whom I've inherited a predisposition to mental illness. I was diagnosed with depression only after years of denying that I could possibly be heading down the same path as him.
He's also a fair bit OCD. Luckily I don't seem to have developed that yet, but we'll see. His major obsession/compulsion is with movies. Loves them. He's retired now, what else is there to do, really? He buys tons, and our basement is almost literally overflowing with DVDs. I know he has Pirates of the Caribbean somewhere (which I've never seen), so I asked if I could borrow it tonight. I couldn't find it. My mom couldn't find it. Dad came down to search and that's when it exploded.
Mom began one of her rants about the thousands (yup, literally) of dollars Dad spends on DVDs, and dad did what he does best. Retreat into silence in front of her withering tirade.
It hurts so much, because dad can't entirely help what he does, and mom is so frustrated and can't see that her anger hurts him.
Lord, I need to get out of this house.
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Sometimes it's okay to wish you're just a shadow.
Awww (((((Kate)))))
I know the feeling well. Save those pennies (cents) and build your own nest when you can. In the meantime, hang in there.
Hmmm... maybe we'll have to come up with a code when wishing someone a good day (kinda like in the theatre you say "break a leg" instead of "good luck")
What a poop way to end your poopy day! :(
I'll keep my eyes open either for cheap apartments or possible roommates???
I remember what it feels like to NEED to be out of the house... like vegas said - hang in there.
Maybe today will be better??
Mr. Spaans said he hates Valentine's Day because it reminds him too much of martyrs.
Well, how's that for an unconventional argument.
it's strange how you can love people unconditionally (say your parents) and yet find it hard to live with them.
I didn't have any sort of real positive happy relationship with my father, as a peer, until I moved out. under the same roof we were at each other's throats. sometimes we still are. (wish me luck spending two weeks with my folks' in AZ; it will be the most time I've spend under the same roof as them since '96)
sorry you had the crap-crappy day
Kate - you're one of the most self-sufficient people I know - you'll manage to move out sooner rather than later. For now it's too bad things are rocky with your parents. Even though my mom drives me crazy though too, sometimes I wish it were easier to be there for her. I have a lot more energy these days than her, and would sometimes love to just go home and... paint a room or something! I know this has little relevance to your situation, ... Hang in there though dude.
Amy