It's a constant thing. Ever since I ditched their religion, life at home has been hell.
They're negative about everything, always put me down. My mom was at the hospital with my dad so I figured they wouldn't want to be bothered so I borrowed one of their cars (which they 100% don't need today) and went out for wings with some friends, and then out to a movie. I asked my brother to tell my mom, so he did.
I get home after a solid night, and walk in and my mom freaks out at me for not asking to borrow their car. "IT'S NOT YOUR CAR. YOU NEED TO ASK". Okay mom, I know it's not my car but I didn't think you'd want to be bothered at the hospital. It continues, and she goes on to tell me that I spent too much money. My own ****ing money. Keep in mind that I'm 21, I'm not a child.
For the next four months, I'm going to be working a ****** job (Timmy Ho's) just because it's convenient and I need money to go back to school (I'm studying Computer Science at UW). So my brother comes in the room while I'm talking to my mom (my 26 year old brother who lives at home...) and starts making fun of me for working at Tims, started telling me that I should be paying rent.
****. I have my own stuff to deal with. I'm not going to sit at home every ****ing night, I like seeing friends. They have no idea what sort of stuff I'M going through because my mom sees me as HER son and my brother sees me as HIS brother. I'm my own person, and they refuse to accept or respect that.
There's my rant. I'm so ****ing sick of this **** happening every single day.