The fighting... The arguing...
And I know I'm not the cause.
These parental figures are great caretakers, but they just seem to be unable to get along with each other. Today, we had an Easter dinner (funny, the most devout Catholic in the house didn't go to church). Mother has dropped Catholicism for Native-ism, and Father is Ukrainian, so that makes him Orthodox. This Easter, we had a stuffed chicken. Mother's friend came over, and she's a vegetarian. She had to bring her own food... I felt sorry for her as I dug into a plate full of white meat.
Throughout the day, before the actual dinner, Mother keeps yelling at Father for no good reason... She yells at him for putting a greasy spatula on the counter--but he's the one who makes breakfast every morning and ends up cleaning up anyways. Father is very sarcastic, but Mother always takes it as if he's being serious.
Mother isn't always the one at fault; Father can be a prick too. He asked the two of us how we liked the food. We both enjoyed our meal, but the gravy was sub par. We claimed it had very little taste. Mother was offended indeed. Father went on about how the "shitty gravy" was made by Mother. If it wasn't for the fact that Mother's friend was at the table, I'm sure she would've started crying.
They're in their late thirties, and aren't married yet. That's fine. But apparently, they broke up a few months ago. I came here not knowing this a few months ago. What if my staying here is forcing them to stay together?
It never stops... Mother had a bitchfit that Father wanted to watch some more Avatar after Mother watched a John Lennon documentary. They ended up watching Pathfinder instead. And she has the nerve to call him up from the basement, all the way up to the second floor, to get him to tuck her into bed. Will these grown-ups ever grow up?
And I know I'm not the cause.
These parental figures are great caretakers, but they just seem to be unable to get along with each other. Today, we had an Easter dinner (funny, the most devout Catholic in the house didn't go to church). Mother has dropped Catholicism for Native-ism, and Father is Ukrainian, so that makes him Orthodox. This Easter, we had a stuffed chicken. Mother's friend came over, and she's a vegetarian. She had to bring her own food... I felt sorry for her as I dug into a plate full of white meat.
Throughout the day, before the actual dinner, Mother keeps yelling at Father for no good reason... She yells at him for putting a greasy spatula on the counter--but he's the one who makes breakfast every morning and ends up cleaning up anyways. Father is very sarcastic, but Mother always takes it as if he's being serious.
She also forces him to do work when there really isn't any work to be done. I was standing in the kitchen with her. I looked at the chicken, then into the bowl of mashed potatoes. I took a large wooden spoon to the potatoes, as Mother asked me, "Did you want some more chicken?" I told her it was too much work. Then she told Father to cut some more chicken.QUOTE said:
Mother isn't always the one at fault; Father can be a prick too. He asked the two of us how we liked the food. We both enjoyed our meal, but the gravy was sub par. We claimed it had very little taste. Mother was offended indeed. Father went on about how the "shitty gravy" was made by Mother. If it wasn't for the fact that Mother's friend was at the table, I'm sure she would've started crying.
They're in their late thirties, and aren't married yet. That's fine. But apparently, they broke up a few months ago. I came here not knowing this a few months ago. What if my staying here is forcing them to stay together?
It never stops... Mother had a bitchfit that Father wanted to watch some more Avatar after Mother watched a John Lennon documentary. They ended up watching Pathfinder instead. And she has the nerve to call him up from the basement, all the way up to the second floor, to get him to tuck her into bed. Will these grown-ups ever grow up?
