I just want to fucking scream right now. I had plans for the weekend, I wanted to get out of here and just be in a good mood; everything was supposed to be awesome as it is. And it started perfectly well!
I was at a friend's place and we (friends and me) played Pathfinder (that's a Pen and Paper game) and my boyfriend was there, too. So all of us were happy, sure, I had a bad phase yesterday where I went out and smoked more than usual, but that's ok. When my friend said she needed to leave earlier than she thought, the others of us went to my place and continued playing cards (now). Before we went there, I asked whether that was ok to the family chat. I even tried to call my sister when nobody responded. Since I had no answer and we could not stay any longer, we just went to my place and started playing.
Everything was fine first, but when I wanted to make something to eat for a friend, my dad came into the kitchen (thinking the others would not hear a thing) and quietly but full of rage told me I had to cancel all of my other plans this weekend in order to clean my room instead. I shrank together but said I would, went upstairs and my friends looked at me, shocked and, when it came to my bf, caring and worried. I said it was fine and I knew things like that, I would just stay quiet and do as he wants. I saw dad and stepmother fighting in the family chat, causing dad's rage.
So again, it's my fault for them to fight. Again. Wow.
And my other friends and my bf? They have to cope with me.
I can't wait to get out of here for university, then all of them can just shut up...
I was at a friend's place and we (friends and me) played Pathfinder (that's a Pen and Paper game) and my boyfriend was there, too. So all of us were happy, sure, I had a bad phase yesterday where I went out and smoked more than usual, but that's ok. When my friend said she needed to leave earlier than she thought, the others of us went to my place and continued playing cards (now). Before we went there, I asked whether that was ok to the family chat. I even tried to call my sister when nobody responded. Since I had no answer and we could not stay any longer, we just went to my place and started playing.
Everything was fine first, but when I wanted to make something to eat for a friend, my dad came into the kitchen (thinking the others would not hear a thing) and quietly but full of rage told me I had to cancel all of my other plans this weekend in order to clean my room instead. I shrank together but said I would, went upstairs and my friends looked at me, shocked and, when it came to my bf, caring and worried. I said it was fine and I knew things like that, I would just stay quiet and do as he wants. I saw dad and stepmother fighting in the family chat, causing dad's rage.
So again, it's my fault for them to fight. Again. Wow.
And my other friends and my bf? They have to cope with me.
I can't wait to get out of here for university, then all of them can just shut up...