and my mother is the fastest ruiner of any good mood I have...

[katster]

I hate living here. I hate it that when I bring up a complaint, they always find some reason why I shouldn't be complaining. There's always some reason why I'm not perfect.

My sister has a bad habit of leaving her clothes in the laundry. She doesn't manage to get them taken care of in a timely manner. I only have two pairs of jeans. You can see where this becomes a problem, I hope.

And this is like every single time.

So I go to complain to my mother about this, and you know what she says? She says, "What about your room?" My room doesn't fucking get in the way of other people taking care of what they need to get done.

I hate her, sometimes, I really do.

Anyway, I'm off to bed now, and crying my way to sleep tonight. After five days of the most perfect mood.

I hate my life at times. :P

Comments

[usekh.livejournal.com]

Well if you take comfort from a relative stranger :( not alone in that. My Journal hints at problems with my father, but families seem great at ruining good moods.

Sorry to hear it however :( and wish I knew a way around it. If you find one please tell me tho :P

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My mother does the same thing, it can take as little as five minutes of her being home to completely ruin my mood and the rest of my day. Hell, sometimes she doesn't even need to be home, she can do it with a quick note. I think there must be a special school for it somewhere, some sort of Hogwarts for emotional manipulation. ;)

The first thing you need to do is figure out how the hell your sister makes a mess with mashed potatoes. Really, it's a very self-contained dish. Then, I dunno, with the laundry I just dump finished laundry wherever applicable when there's some there and I need to wash my clothes. Maybe you could ask to do all the cooking and not switch back and forth?