Post by timartwonis on Jul 9, 2004 11:15:05 GMT -5
Rant here.
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I hate my mom. She's always such a b*tch to me. Last night at midnight she came down and yelled at my sister and me for making so much noise and then she went upsairs again and then she came down again and yelled at me for having a messy room and made me clean it right when I was about to go to bed and when I got up there my light was on. Nobody in my family has heard of privacy they are always going into my room with out asking. If I go into someone elses room my mom always yells at me even if they're right there or let me in and if I'm going to go into my parents room I have to ask or have one of them in there but any of them is free to go into my room and do whatever they want. Last year I was talking to Margaret and I heard noise from my room and I went up there and it was all torn apart so I went into the bathroom and I found my sister laughing because she had just completely ruined my room and she took all of my Easter candy (this was some time close to Easter) she ate my whole box of truffles and my parents didn't even make her buyme a new one. My mom is always b*tching aobut how when she was a kid her mom made it obvious that her brother was her favorite kid and how angry it made her feel so why does she make it so obvious that I'm her lest favorite daughter and that Margaret is her favorite? One time I asked her and she said that it's because Tory and I are always so rude to her and fight with her and it's like she shouldn't have even answered that question. She wasn't supposed to admit it and the only reason why Tory and I treat her like that is because she makes it so obvious that Marg is her favorite daughter so that was a crap answer. Just hearing that woman's voice makes me want to die. Last year I randomly started crying at dinner and I had to make up the excuse that I was stressed out by homework because I probably was but it was really because I was thinking about how my mom actually admited that Marg was her favorite daughter. In the Christmas snob letter that she wrote to her cousins there were these full paragraphs about my sisters, she bragged about Margaret's SAT scores and she wrote about how well Tory is doing at her new school and all this crap and there was one sentence about me. "Charlotte is still an enigma." Well maybe if you spent the time of day to know me you wouldn't have to say that. She was talking about how Margaret has such a great group of friends and how I'll find one like that some day and how she doesn't even know who my friends are and I was thinking do you even listen to me? What words do you hear when I talk? because if she even listened to me talk she'd know who my friends are and I do have friends. I have better friends than Margaret does. When Margaret's best friend changed schools my mom was all poor Margaret her best friend is leaving the school when she was crying but four of my best friedns left the school and she did jack sh!t and when my very very very best friend left the school it was like she didn't even care. Whenever I talk to my dad my mom gets all huffy and starts telling him about how she needs more checkboks or that she's about to go let the dogs in and he can't tell her to let them in anymore when they're barking because she does and stuff. Whenever I have a nice conversation with her she'll ruin it with something like "Oh yeah, you're failing 7th grade algebra you need to work harder." She didn't even have to take that till 9th grade and my school is ten times harder than hers was. She takes time aside to do stuff with Margaret on weekends and she knows all this stuff about her but with me she doesn't even try, sh just buys me stuff and hopes that that counts. I wish I could just go to boarding school and not have to live with her I hate her so much. She's usually nice to me but she's only nice to me like she's nice to Margaret if I'm sick or something. When Margaret came back from the UK she had tears of f*cking joy, when Tory came back from France she said something like, "You look awful what happened?" Today she even blocked 667 so that I wouldn't be able to go on but I'm using another URL. Everday when she's at work she leaves this long list of things I'm supposed to do and when I ask why my sisters don't get one she just says that Tory works and Margaret had to do community service for a week last week but while Margaret was at community service I still had this list but my dad doesn't make me do it all. When I tried to cry with my sister about it all she said was, "Maybe you should try a little harder to make her happy." I don't live my life for my mom. I feel like the only people who love me are my dad and Howie and Howie is a friggin dog. My mom even yells at me if I laugh "too much" when we're eating or when we're in public or at night, it's like she doesn't want me to be happy. I hate her.
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I hate my mom. She's always such a b*tch to me. Last night at midnight she came down and yelled at my sister and me for making so much noise and then she went upsairs again and then she came down again and yelled at me for having a messy room and made me clean it right when I was about to go to bed and when I got up there my light was on. Nobody in my family has heard of privacy they are always going into my room with out asking. If I go into someone elses room my mom always yells at me even if they're right there or let me in and if I'm going to go into my parents room I have to ask or have one of them in there but any of them is free to go into my room and do whatever they want. Last year I was talking to Margaret and I heard noise from my room and I went up there and it was all torn apart so I went into the bathroom and I found my sister laughing because she had just completely ruined my room and she took all of my Easter candy (this was some time close to Easter) she ate my whole box of truffles and my parents didn't even make her buyme a new one. My mom is always b*tching aobut how when she was a kid her mom made it obvious that her brother was her favorite kid and how angry it made her feel so why does she make it so obvious that I'm her lest favorite daughter and that Margaret is her favorite? One time I asked her and she said that it's because Tory and I are always so rude to her and fight with her and it's like she shouldn't have even answered that question. She wasn't supposed to admit it and the only reason why Tory and I treat her like that is because she makes it so obvious that Marg is her favorite daughter so that was a crap answer. Just hearing that woman's voice makes me want to die. Last year I randomly started crying at dinner and I had to make up the excuse that I was stressed out by homework because I probably was but it was really because I was thinking about how my mom actually admited that Marg was her favorite daughter. In the Christmas snob letter that she wrote to her cousins there were these full paragraphs about my sisters, she bragged about Margaret's SAT scores and she wrote about how well Tory is doing at her new school and all this crap and there was one sentence about me. "Charlotte is still an enigma." Well maybe if you spent the time of day to know me you wouldn't have to say that. She was talking about how Margaret has such a great group of friends and how I'll find one like that some day and how she doesn't even know who my friends are and I was thinking do you even listen to me? What words do you hear when I talk? because if she even listened to me talk she'd know who my friends are and I do have friends. I have better friends than Margaret does. When Margaret's best friend changed schools my mom was all poor Margaret her best friend is leaving the school when she was crying but four of my best friedns left the school and she did jack sh!t and when my very very very best friend left the school it was like she didn't even care. Whenever I talk to my dad my mom gets all huffy and starts telling him about how she needs more checkboks or that she's about to go let the dogs in and he can't tell her to let them in anymore when they're barking because she does and stuff. Whenever I have a nice conversation with her she'll ruin it with something like "Oh yeah, you're failing 7th grade algebra you need to work harder." She didn't even have to take that till 9th grade and my school is ten times harder than hers was. She takes time aside to do stuff with Margaret on weekends and she knows all this stuff about her but with me she doesn't even try, sh just buys me stuff and hopes that that counts. I wish I could just go to boarding school and not have to live with her I hate her so much. She's usually nice to me but she's only nice to me like she's nice to Margaret if I'm sick or something. When Margaret came back from the UK she had tears of f*cking joy, when Tory came back from France she said something like, "You look awful what happened?" Today she even blocked 667 so that I wouldn't be able to go on but I'm using another URL. Everday when she's at work she leaves this long list of things I'm supposed to do and when I ask why my sisters don't get one she just says that Tory works and Margaret had to do community service for a week last week but while Margaret was at community service I still had this list but my dad doesn't make me do it all. When I tried to cry with my sister about it all she said was, "Maybe you should try a little harder to make her happy." I don't live my life for my mom. I feel like the only people who love me are my dad and Howie and Howie is a friggin dog. My mom even yells at me if I laugh "too much" when we're eating or when we're in public or at night, it's like she doesn't want me to be happy. I hate her.