today my dad told me that next time i better not come home, because everytime we just fight and so he doesn't want to see me. or something like that. i don't remember the exact words because i think i just tuned out after "don't come home" - granted it was after i made some snarky remark and i know he doesn't really mean it - but it doesn't make it hurt any less.

my mom is currently sitting in the garage downstairs because she is too pissed/angry/sad or other to come inside. i kind of don't care. and then i kind of feel guilty. and then i kind of feel glad.

today my retarded ass boss scheduled me for a game that i think got cancelled - but yet he didn't tell me about it. so i show up, freak out for a bit because i can't find what i need for the game and then get angry because i realize that i'm not supposed to be there at all. i cut my meeting short, i missed out on dinner with my sister and i missed out on costin's band playing because i was supposed to be "working". i am putting 3 hours on my time card that they'll pay me for even though i left. i'm pretty sure i'll get those hours because i really don't think they ever check - as long as you don't go overtime they don't really check the hours. i come home because i am supposed to be taking my mom up to my sister's so she can help out with jake. i have to drive my mom because she doesn't drive on the freeway, it will save my dad a trip and i am already down in the area. i don't mind really.. or i didn't at first. i call my mom to tell her that i am coming home earlier than expected but she says she still has stuff to do before she can go. i try to go to the gym but i realize i didn't bring any sneakers. so i have a fun conversation with beth on the phone in the parking lot and go on my merry way home. my mom is still doing stuff and i am suddenly super exhausted. i try and find things to entertain myself, but in the end i just decide to take a nap. later my mom comes and says she is ready and i just kind of lay there in my half asleep state thinking that 10 more minutes isn't going to matter. oh how much difference it makes.

my mom is asking my dad to put some stuff in the car and so i yell downstairs saying "don't put it in the trunk there isn't any room" and then i keep yelling for her because i have gotten no response and when i ask her if she heard me she says something to the effect of "who doesn't hear you when you yell" i wonder why she is being so rude and just brush it off as she's already pissed at my dad. i try to get a few more minutes of sleep and then i hear my parents yelling about yet another thing. i figure that i should just get the hell out of there as soon as i can and just stop the fighting. i go downstairs and my parents are fighting about the printer. my dad is frustrated because he can't get the printer to work with only the black color cartridge. he just says he wants to get a new one and my mom is arguing because she is saying he is wasteful and he just got the printer and it's not "junk" as my dad is calling it. i try to help my dad to get the printer to work and in the end he just ends up getting frustrated with me as well and tells me to leave. i start going out the door and realize that i still have to load all of my mom's stuff into the car. my mom is still yelling at my dad and i very annoyedly just tell her to stop. of course it's never a good idea to get in the middle of things, but yet i do it anyways. somewhere in the midst of all the yelling i tell her that she is unreasonable and that she needs to stop yelling. oh my mom loves that.. let me tell you. i walk out in a fit to put my stuff in the car and am coming back to get my mom's stuff. she has knocked over some boxes in a fit and starts complaining about how if i don't want to take her stuff and there's no room for it then maybe she'll just put it back in her room and maybe she just won't go to my sister's house. then i find out why she was so rude earlier. i realize she thinks i said that there is no room in the car and to not put her stuff in. i tell her that i said "'no room in the trunk' and that's why i asked if you had heard me" and so she proceeds to argue with me "you didn't say trunk"... somewhere along the lines she says "i didn't hear trunk .. SORRY" - but she's already too pissed to that we're not really communicating at this point. i am trying to explain to her, she's not listening to me, i can't get a complete sentence out and she just thinks i'm trying to be argumentative. my dad comes in and just grabs all her stuff in a fit and says he'll put it in the car - and i say i'll do it, so then we start fighting. my mom is still standing in the house and i'm somewhere in between the driveway and our house standing outside yelling and i'm sure all of our neighbors think we're looney. i finally get in the car - my mom is trying to say something, i'm trying to say something and nothing is really being heard. she's telling me how i shouldn't get into the middle of fights between her and my dad, and i am trying to tell her that she should listen more and not everything and everyone is against her - just like how i wasn't trying to say there is no room in the car for her stuff. she cuts me off and tells me that i'm currently yelling at her. and i say something about how i'm crying or something and then she cuts me off saying that i'm making it too hot for her because i'm defrosting the windows. i get angry and say how i was defrosting the windows and then she says "well if you're going to cry then i suggest you put on the emergency blinkers and stop on the side of the road and cry because the fog is in your eyes and not on the window." at that point i lose it. (this talk is not all in chronological order - but you get the jist). i think this whole fight started because as i was stomping out of my house i said something like "everything has to be done your way whether you are right or wrong" and she obviously gets angry when i make bold statements as such. i just ask her not to talk anymore because i am already sobbing and the conversation really goes nowhere. she says "see it has to be your way" i try to speed so i can get home faster and she's not having that either. in the end i guess we compromised. i wouldn't speed if she would just shut up.

i know i am not faultless in this. maybe i am an ineffective communicator. maybe i am spoiled. maybe i am selfish. maybe i am stubborn. maybe i am an awful child. sometimes i just want parents who don't fight all the time about every little thing. sometimes i just want parents who will support me - even if i'm making mistakes. sometimes i want them to tell me i'm doing a good thing - not because i asked but because they really believe it. sometimes i don't want to always have to be on the defensive and seem like i have to fight for everything. sometimes i just want some to believe me. sometimes i just want it to be easy.

i know that my parents are just doing what they think is right. i know i probably should be more "respectful" - or at least that's what they think. i know part of them thinks that they have failed because they have raised such an insolent daughter. and that hurts to think that they are dissapointed in what i've become - because i didn't think that i was all that bad - but yet they always manage to make me question it.

this is reason #2934821029 that i need to be on my own - so at least i can do a better job of ignoring it. when i am separate i guess less easily annoyed by the little things, when they're in my face everyday, i never want to come home. i know that this will be one of those moments when my parents are no longer around that i will regret and be sorry that i treated them that way. but it still doesn't make me less angry now. okay - maybe less angry, but still annoyed and still sad. i wish i could move far far away - like new york or something so i could just sever it completely. ignorance is bliss. but then again sometimes i wish i could just fix it - and i guess that's where i get myself in trouble. how do you fix something that irreparable?