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Comments offI hate it when people fight in the house. I hate it when I have to step up and be the parent. I hate it when I have to tell my dad off because he is being mean to my brother. I hate times like these. Period!
My dad was asking my brother to fetch the little girl a glass of water. My brother said that he will do it in a sec because he just ate and he feels so full. But knowing my dad, anything my brother says has a negative effect on him. My dad felt like my brother is dodging an order from him. So he went and shouted at my brother. And it started a shouting match between my younger sisters and my dad, with my brother commenting on the side.
My family loves to have their say on things. Especially on something like this. Arguments. No backing down for them. I always have to step in and be the parent. My dad has this attitude of out-talking everyone by being loud and then shutting up. And when he shuts up, it feels like we are all ganging up on him. Again, I had to be the parent in this.
It just feels tiring and exhausting. Enough is enough! I hate it when nobody backs down.
And what I hate the most is being the one to break up the fight when all I want is some semblance of peace. Always!
You know, this afternoon, we were so happy, laughing and joking. I even went to a birthday party. Then this. I really hate life in these times! My dad is already sleeping, looking dejected and I know he is hurt by what we all said, especially about treating his son/my brother the way a son should be treated. My sister M is already feigning sleep because she was crying when the issue of my dad’s treatment of my brother came up.
It’s just so frustrating!
