It makes me sooooo mad. SO ANGRY. SO FRUSTRATED. My brother, yes, he’s 19, whatever, get’s to have his 19 year old gf come up into his room. UPSTAIRS. AWAY FROM EVERYONE ELSE.
Yes, I’m 17 and my boyfriend is 18, but we DONT get any privacy. NONE. Whatsoever. We dont get to go upstairs. There’s no singular room downstairs with privacy. It’s a very open layout. The two rooms that are available are (1) placed far from sight but covered in dog hair, which I’m allergic to, or (2) the room that connects all rooms and anyone that wants to go to a different room in the house has to pass through it. I can’t even share a kiss with my boyfriend without someone ruining the private moment. Honestly, I don’t care that much about people seeing me kiss him, but he really doesn’t like to have an audience, so we can barely hold hands in that room.
So today, I was watching the Mentalist with my mother and father on the couch in this center room, and my brother and his girlfriend are up in his room. (That in itself makes me extremely jealous and it makes me hate her for it.) His room is like a blazing inferno in the summer and a freezing gust of wind in the winter. So since it’s really hot, he turns on the fan. We can’t hear our TV show (because everyone on it is a low talker) and they apparently can’t hear their movie (that they have started in the middle of our episode, mind you), so all we hear is the blasting fan and every single note of Evita. I go up the stairs to tell them that we aren’t watching Evita so they need to turn it down, and my brother says “well we aren’t watching the Mentalist, so YOU turn it down.”
Eventually, I just give up and tell my parents to go watch something in their room, leave my brother and his gf alone, and slam the door to my room in anger and frustration. I really want to hurt something badly. I want my brother to apologize, I want my parents to tell him he can’t have his girlfriend up in his room, I want her to freaking leave so I can finish my episode and do my leg exercises and go to sleep.
Last week on Thursday I had my wisdom teeth removed. All four of them. I’m in a great deal of pain and I have been since thursday. It is MY week to be selfish and get my way. Two years ago, when he had his wisdom teeth out, I did my brother’s laundry, I brought him apple juice, I made his bed when he wasn’t in it, I vacuumed his room, I took the dog out, I emptied the dishwasher alone, I cleaned up everything after dinner, I did EVERYTHING he was supposed to do FOR HIM. Now it’s my turn to be in pain and what does he do for me?
He pats me on the head and says “Awww.”
I did my own laundry, I cleaned up the dishes, I wiped down the table. WHY THE HELL AM I THE ONE GETTING ALL THE CHORES WHEN I’M THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE RESTING.
I want to cry and throw up because of the crap I’ve been put through, I’m on pain medication that makes me angry and tired and depressed and somehow everything is my fault, I get complained at when I wear my pajamas after twelve oclock, I get complained at when I don’t take a shower, I have to remind myself when to take my pills, I have to fix my own meals when I’m hungry, I have to discipline myself to do my leg exercises every single day or I have to go back to using crutches to walk around.
SOMEONE TELL THE UNIVERSE THAT IM NOT THE TARGET FOR ALL ITS CRAP.
AND GET COLE’S GIRLFRIEND OUT OF THIS HOUSE SHE THINKS IM SOME SORT OF BABY TO PAT ON THE HEAD AND SAY “YOU POOR CHILD”
I’M 17. I DONT WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE IM FOUR YEARS OLD.