This war is noise.

December 29, 2009, 3:31 am
Filed under: Uncategorized

I dont feel like anyone in this house cares what I think.

All I get from my dad is abuse, esp lately, its been nothing but bullshit.

I’ve recently started baking, and I’ve pretty much got my cinnamon muffins perfected, after 3 tries lol.

I let mum giving dad one today slide, and then he waits til I leave the room, and tells my brother, who helped me out with one or two things and thats it, that they were nice blah etc. i.e. purposely disrespecting me, not saying anything to me, when I made them, so I said to my brother, y’know what? I dont owe him anything, hes getting nothing more I make or have anything to do with.

Then this evening, my dads care nurse came for the night shift and mum gave her one to try, which was fine with me, mum came upstairs and told me that she really liked them, wanted the recipe lol or something and I was like alright, its nice of her. And then mum let “and obviously cos she had one, your dad wanted one” and I just thought…well you’ve now blatantly disrespected me and what I want. What fucked me off even more is she took them from nanny and grandas box, people who actually deserve them.

I said hes not to get anything from me, and mum said “you cant do that”, and Im like of course I can, I make them, I put all the work in, I decide where they go, Im not gonna reward him for being a fucking bastard to me, he thinks he can do what he likes without any consequences, well no, not with me. Should I have to buy all the ingredients myself and go bake them at my nannys house, never again is that happening. And mum then said “they’re for everyone” and Im like no, I make them, I decide, if you wanna go make some and say that, then fine. No one is going dictate this to me.

Its fucking bullshit that Im 21 in a week, and still no one is listening to me, over a simple courtesy that im asking for.

Im not very pleased. At all.

It honestly almost puts me off baking anymore or trying to make things, if this is whats going to happen.

Which is sad, cos I really enjoy doing it.

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