Another Venting Thing
Thread Topic: Another Venting Thing
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I just went around saying “Bababooey” and my Chinese grandma just started repeating after me. It was really funny and we were both laughing.
I love my grandma. I don’t always feel that way, but in the end I’ll always love her. I’m aware that I’m gonna lose her one day.
And I just wanna put this someplace other than my head, because if I ever forget how much I love her I wanna be reminded of it. -
My mom blames everything on my brother and I
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It’s like, there’ll be pretzel crumbs on the ground and suddenly she’s going off about how her kids are worthless and lazy.
Come on. Just because school is cancelled doesn’t mean it’s my fault. Just because the dog is hungry, doesn’t mean it’s my fault.
It’s like she doesn’t know who to direct her anger towards. She’ll just rant and rant. And she’s always attacking my brother. He’ll wake up in the morning, and she’ll aggravate him by saying, “You didn’t sleep at all. You were on your phone all night.”
And he’ll say something back, and she’ll go on and on about how horrible he is and how much she doesn’t want him anymore. -
Her kids aren’t therapists. We can’t listen to her tangents all day long. I’m so tired of just being attacked and blamed for everything.
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Her kids aren’t her outlets. She’ll threaten to send us to boarding school. I mean-
Please stop. Stop telling all of your children that they’re useless because of one bad grade. Stop favoring the eldest and the youngest child and then picking on the middle kids. It’s like the fact that I was born is enough to make her explode. Then she talks to my grandma like, “Oh yeah, I was just mad at the kids for not helping out with the chores. Yeah, you know” Then she’ll laugh like it’s funny. -
My older sister is just trying to keep my mom happy, while my youngest sister gets away with everything. Except, when my little sister does even the littlest thing my mom will go crazy. She’ll blame Corinna for all of her problems. Same for Meredith, if anything goes wrong my mom is just constantly relying on my older sister to fix things.
Her kids aren’t supports. We can only take so much. We aren’t adults yet, we’re not mature, and it’s completely inappropriate to take out your frustration on your kids. -
It’s like everyday she picks someone to bully. And I don’t want to talk back to her, since she came from a hard background and I don’t want to make her feel bad. I understand that she never had a good childhood, but I don’t want to tell her that what she’s saying is alright.
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I think that little things make me really upset. But I can’t brush it off easily, small things can make me feel horrible.
So the new house has a kitchen that I would 100% cry in. It’s everything that I hate in kitchens. And just if anyone reading this forward, I’m not saying if y’all have this in your kitchens then it’s a bad thing. But I can’t stand small kitchens. They don’t need to be massive, but at least easy to move around in. The kitchen on the new house doesn’t have double ovens, a separate microwave, a farmhouse sink, white marble countertops, or even a nice island. It’s not like I can’t live without those things, but I like kitchens that feel like a spot where the whole family can get together in. It’s all browns and black and yellow colors, it literally looks like a rundown bar or something. -
I’ve been really interested in interior decor and design, and this is just against everything that I’ve learned to like. I like kitchens with backsplashes that pop, and give the kitchen a whole vibe. But this kitchen’s backsplash is so boring, and it adds to the whole kitchen’s ugliness. It’s like this yellowish white subway tile with brown stuff connecting the tiles. It makes me depressed tbh.
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And the countertops are all black marble. But not the nice, sleek, or glossy, marble. It’s like that marble that seems like it’s been roughened up or something. I don’t even know if it’s even marble.
Everything in the kitchen looks so yellow-tinted and dark. I like open bright spaces.
And it’s in such a bad place in the house. A kitchen is supposed to draw people in, usually you don’t have a narrow doorway awkwardly connecting it to the rest of the house. In the old house I spent all my time in the kitchen, because something about it always drawed me in. The new kitchen just makes me want to avoid it. -
And I know that everyone thinks that I spoiled, like “Why is she crying and complaining about moving?”
Nobody thinks that what I’m feeling is important or real. -
It’s just always been, “She’s crying because she’s spoiled and she didn’t get what she wanted. She’s such a brat,”
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