I’m always complaining to my parents about the way they treat my little brother. They favorite him WAY to much. He’s the most stubborn, babyish, spoiled, brat I know. He gets all the attention, all the love, and ugh! It drives me crazy!!! Don’t get me wrong. I know my parents love me and they spoil me every once and a while too. But it’s not the same loving way they treat my brother. And I can’t stand it…
Today, 6-4-17, something not-so-great happened. I think I reached my end point. Now before I begin, remember, I got out of surgery a bit ago, so I shouldn’t run, kneel, jump, that sorta thing. So my dad, brother, and I go to get some batteries for the John Deer Lawn mower. My brother always gets shotgun and he’s 4 years younger than me and I’m pretty sure it’s illegal for him to be upfront… so anyway… We were in a race across the parking lot, to the car. And of course I’m cautious of my knee, so instead of running, I hop really fast on my opposite, strong, unhurt leg. My brother got his hands on the trucks handle so it was like a war of tossing and turning.
My dad is mad. He is furious!!! “STOP! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!” and of course my brother and I aren’t fighting with anger. We’re really just joking around. Until… my dad… THROWS MY PHONE OUT THE WINDOW!!! WHAT! THE! WHAT!? And he’s like, “RUN! RUN! GRAB YOUR PHONE FROM THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET BEFORE A CAR RUNS IT OVER.” and this is like in town where cars are just by gas stations crossing over and everywhere. With my injured knee… I SPRINT to grab my phone, I DON’T look both ways across the street, and grabbed my phone, SPRINTED BACK to the car… and realized I could’ve gotten ran over or my knee could be seriously messed up right now.
(I am writing this 20 minutes after this incident and my knee feels fine. Thank Goodness!)
Anyway, I’m SUPER UPSET with my dad. Of course he took his anger on me and not his precious son. The phone case was one that my best friend and I had matching. (She’s my one and true best friend.) She moved away to Alaska on Friday and the matching phone case thing was suppose to be really memorable… UNTIL MY DAD TOSSED IT INTO THE MIDDLE OF A CAR MOVING STREET! My phone case could’ve been more damaged and the bottom end of my phone was dented. ……..oh…..joy…..
Of course when your phone is absolutely perfect you freak out when it has imperfections everywhere. Now I’ll remember this moment as long as I LIVE! Or at least as long as I have this phone… I have the IPhone 5c so I would love to have the 7 but anyway, BACK TO THE POINT!
My dad apologized and being the person I am.. I said, “I DO NOT FORGIVE YOU! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF I SCRATCHED YOUR BRAND NEW RAM TRUCK!? HUH? WOULDN’T BE AS SPECIAL ANYMORE NOW WOULD IT! AND OF COURSE YOU TOOK YOUR IMPATIENCE ON ME AND NOT *BROTHER*!!!!”
And then… I said I hated him… which I shouldn’t have done.. and I really should apologize but I really can’t. I’ve reached my end point and I’m absolutely depressed. I’m looking forward to school on Monday so I can just hang with my new group of friends and let the anger and frustration disappear with laughs and joy. But I’ve got exactly 13 hours until then, sooooo….. yea. And I still have to eat an awkward family dinner.
You know when you get upset with someone, and being the dramatic person you sometimes are, you just want to be mad and act sad forever so the person gets really guilty… that’s how I feel and how I want to take action.
I feel like this post shows a whole different side of me. Usually I want to take things in a civil way.. but I’m just so upset. I am DONE with watching my mom snuggle and hug my brother and say how much she loves him in front of me, and how my dad buys anything my brother wants with a snap of his fingers, and how I have to watch them look like a perfect family… without me…
I’m not worried about my parents seeing this post. My dad paid for my website but never cares about it, as long as it keeps me away I guess.
Who knows, maybe this is all in my head, but it feels pretty real. I mean, all I feel is pain. Pain and Hate. I really don’t like the feeling of hatred, it burns my soul and makes me sick. But I can’t stop myself from feeling all this… jealousy towards my brother and my parents’ love for him. I know this isn’t really an advice column, it’s more me just moping…
Sorry…