I don’t get it, how can a guy spend all his day dealing with psychiatric patients and not know how to treat his family? He sees how bad other peoples lives are every day yet he will always complain about the smallest of problems with his life. Yes I understand you see a lot of fucked up shit, you have to put up with so much crap from people but don’t project your anger on your family.
Your family is not a tool for you to use when you are lazy. Don’t try and guilt trip me by telling me that I should be grateful for the things you did today, after you call me a shit and a leech, telling me I do nothing, that I never help you or support you. I am grateful. I’m sorry I don’t help out as much as I used to, but I’m busy. You don’t get up at 5am and commute 3 hours to study, most days Im going on 4 hours of sleep. Yet I still do chores and help out. I work on my days off. You’re not the only one who is tired. On your days off you sleep in till 2 o’clock, you get up have your breakfast, read your paper, play tennis with your mates even though you know there are things you should be doing, that you have been asked to do but no its my job because you are too lazy. Yes you earn your days off, as do we all but even I do whats asked of me on my days off.
Sometimes all I am to you is a tool. Yet nothing will ever be good enough for you. You are so negative and angry I don’t fucking understand it.
You are such a fucking dick, and you know you are too. You say it will change but it NEVER does. Take your own advice sometimes. I love you to death, and I know you love me, but sometimes I wish you were someone else. Harsh but its true and you bring it about yourself, I know everyone thinks the same thing. You can’t even hear yourself, the shit you say to us, you just go into denial about it because in your head you are perfect. You don’t yell and swear, you don’t say hurtful things to us that make me hate you, you don’t strike me, you don’t get violent, you don’t make me cry, you don’t make me make rants that make me feel horrible for saying these things about the man who raised me.
I wish I wasn’t so scared to say these things to your face..
