I AM LIVID

This "rough draft" is rougher than most because I needed to be honest with myself. If you can’t handle sprinkles of strong language, then skip this post.

Living with my parents really sucks. Let me explain.

This isn’t a post about the annoying little quirks that get on your nerves, because that happens with anyone you live with. Having five different roommates since high school teaches you not to bitch out about those quirks.

However, I will bitch out about this shit right here:

if you’ve noticed the date of that tweet, yes I’ve been simmering for that long

If only that’s all they did. *sigh

As soon as I saw the screen, I about-face turned around and headed straight back to my room. Well, until my mother nearly yelled, “where are you going!?”

So I was faced with two options:

a) spend an hour + into the night fighting about how disrespectful their little stunt was

b) sit through a 3-minute video of my ex singing.

If you disagree about these being my only options, you’re wrong.

My ex’s song ended on the screen, and the sermon was about to begin. Taking my cue, I finally returned to bed.

“Thank you Aaron” my mother called out. It sounded patronizing, at least to me.

Growing up, I thought my parents were bad at listening. But after this incident, I truly believe they actually do not comprehend that other people think and feel differently than they do. It’s almost like they’re incapable of walking a mile in another person’s shoes and seeing things from their perspective.

(A.K.A. empathy.)

Because it’s one thing to show me this video for the laughs as a quick joke. That would be an annoying quirk. But it’s quite another thing to pull me out of bed and force me to watch this with them while being up in my business about the where-a-bouts of this ex I don’t really talk to anymore. That’s something I’ll bitch out about.

I could easily spill into how this quarantine incident wasn’t an isolated one- how they’ve done things like this all throughout my childhood- but I feel like this post might be pretty exhausting for you guys. It’s exhausting for me because I feel like I have to spend every other paragraph justifying why I am so livid.

This is how I’ve felt for over a month- maybe my whole life. I haven’t forgiven them for it. But I’m sharing this post so that, hopefully, one day I can.