'Cuz All Those Good Times, They Give You Cancer

I'll be truthful for a moment: I do have my weaknesses. And one of them happens to be this little burger joint down the block that has AMAZING fries and chicken. So I treat myself every once in a while, and it's excellent comfort food.

Usually, my 'rents are cool with it. They know I have trouble being in a small house with lots children.

Today, however, my dad basically threatened to beat me if I went out again.

Nice, right?

And let's point something out here: I may take myself out to eat some nights, but at least the other nights I actually eat real food. My sister eats fucking Ramen for every single meal. It's unhealthy.

So I get to sit here and "feel guilty" while everyone else noms on my mom's chicken (which is okay, I guess, but I don't like chicken wings. Too many bones).

Which I'm doing, to be honest. I feel guilty. But you know what? I feel betrayed, too. Not only do my parents lie to me all the time, they use me as a tool to fight with each other.

For example, two days ago, my mom promised to take us out to eat as a family. Which we never do, so it was gonna be a real treat. It was also on a Tuesday, so I asked if we could do it before I went to work. Mom said yes, then changed her mind and said she'd order pizza when Dad got home. But when I got home from work, there was no food to be found other than a loaf of nuclear meat loaf and a snarl that sounded like, DON'T EVEN MENTION PIZZA!

And the weekend before, I got up on a Sunday at 4AM to help Mom with my brother's paper route because he was sick. So I helped, but only because Dad woke me up and told me to help Mom. And when I got outside, Mom's all, "WTH you doin'? You 'sposed to be asleep!" and I told her that Dad told me to help her and she got all snotty, and when Dad came out (when we were practically DONE), she started yelling at him and got all mad at me for helping her.

Clearly, me and my parents need to have a talk. We need to talk about their behavior of late, and tell them that if they don't clean up their act, I'm saying "Screw it!" and going to college out of town. I'm sorry, but I'm not sticking around if I have to just so I can deal with their shit.

And really, I've had one of THOSE days. I needed something good, and my 'rents want to go primeval on me.

Well, I'm gonna go. I have a novel to write, so I can get my ass out of Nebraska.

~Jinkies