Ok so this Tuesday on December 15:th it was my dad's birthday. A couple of days before that we decide to go out to a Chinese restaurant and eat dinner the whole family (mum, dad, me and my sister) and we did.
I paid for everything and it all was around 300 in Swedish money that's around 40 American Dollars. Anyway we were all sitting there enjoying the meal and it thought it would all be good without any fuss or quarrel, oh boy i was wrong.
My sister is the kind of person who gets irritable if a mosquito flies around here for five seconds, she will jell without any reason and just go furious about the smallest things. And that's almost what happened.
My dad was sitting next to her and he is not the man who eats out so he doesn't know the "restaurant-ethics" like sitting on one side, making place for others, not slurp when he eats etcetera, etcetera. He is not a slob but he want's to be comfortable.
He was taking up some spaces on my sisters side and she snapped to him why he was doing that.
On word her, one word there and my lunch was ruined. It didn't stop there.
They went to some supermarkets because my parents needed some stuff and stupid me tagged along with them.
While we were separated in the store it was all good, no fuss no nothing. My sister was with me and we actually had fun.
Then it all began again, the "nerve-eating" nonsense.
My parents wanted me to come over and eat some cake that they bought earlier but my head was a millisecond away from exploding so I went home.
I got home and about two hours later I fell a sleep and woke up something around ten that same night.
Today was a whole different day, dad called and attempted to persuade me to come over to their house STILL for some cake and to just hangout with them. The way he talked to me was like he was talking to someone who is mentally handicapped and you have to say the same words like a million times so they would understand. I am not that kind of person, I understand good, maybe better then he does. He came up with a bunch of different ways to persuade me to come with him.
Instead of saying to him that I could not deal with all the fuss and b.s I told him that I thought I got a cold and my body was like burning. I know it was not fear and not cool AT ALL but what the h*ll was I supposed to say? He just doesn't understand.
Now I'm watching MTV and hoping that the meeting tomorrow is gonna be smmmmoootthhh and that nobody bugs me later or before. Specially my dad.
Ok you guys probably think that I hate my dad more then anything, sometimes I do sometimes I don't it all depends on what he does and says to me. Sometime I just want to tell him to shut up but I have respect for my dad so I don't do that. I listen and then hopefully five minutes later I've forgotten what he said to me. You can't walk around loving someone when you wanna kill your self after talking fifteen minutes with them. It just is not human nature to do that.
P.S. I just wanna say that I miss my mum's both parents and my dad's dad who are no longer with us. R.I.P. I'm sad because I didn't get more time to spend with all three.
