My parents and I had to go to several furniture and hardware stores to buy some furniture for my new house, which I’ll move to in a few weeks. The first store we went to was when my parents started complaining about the quality of the furniture. As we left the store, we saw a car with a torn front bumper. And guess what? They started complaining again about how “people don’t care about taking care of their vehicle”. I tried reasoning with them that the driver might be on a tight schedule. My mom sarcastically replies “like you have?”. I replied to her seriously “yes”. Then both my parents laughed at me and mocked me over how I go to bed at five in the morning and don’t get up until 3 in the afternoon. The reason I do this is because I need to separate myself from these bozos unlike every other hour. And the way they laughed at me shattered me.
I tried my hardest not to cry in public but it all slipped out a moment too soon. Then my parents humiliated me by saying that I act like a two year old and proceeded to complain about more furniture over how they don’t match or they’re too expensive. There was one chair I wanted that cost three hundred dollars. Then my mom started manipulating me to not buy it because it was “expensive” and won’t last very long, yet the one she suggested cost a hundred dollars more. As we left the second store, my mom started berating me over how I ruin everything when my parents take me somewhere. I tried to reason with her again that it’s my opinion, but mom replied “and yet when everyone else says something, you don’t wanna hear it! We’re not paying hundreds of dollars a month just to get you a cheap looking recliner! And I don’t want to hear another word out of you, you spoiled little brat!”
I kept my mouth shut for the rest of the ride home until dad started complaining over how one of the stoves was made in China. I told dad that for the way he was acting I won’t be allowing him into my house. Dad laughed at my face and replied “and yet I paid thousands of dollars just to get you a house!”. We then went to a drive-thru, and dad started complaining over how the back window shield wipers will tear the car (in front of us) up and then about the prices of the food I was ordering. It was raining outside. I told him to stop being so negative. Then dad turned straight at me and screamed at me to shut my mouth and how he will say whatever he wants. I started crying again. Even worse, mom agreed with him and told me that they do everything for me and expect me to act like a decent human being.
I cried all the way home and for the rest of the night, just like every other night. We hardly got a thing done, and my parents blamed everything (even their own problems) on me. I cried until 5 am when mom screamed at me to stop my crocodile tears and get my butt in bed. I eventually stopped because there was nothing I could do but to endure the pain I’ve always received.