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My dad was painting the shed today. When he does those kind of chores, there's no talking to the man, so I'll be smart and stay out of his way. Well, he didn't get pissed yet, but I fear for dinnertime sweatdrop I'm really sick too, had to go home from school because my breakfast nearly came out on the wrong exit. I really hope dad finishes the shed soon; I don't want him to ruin my weekend.
I got really angry at him on Thursday by the way. He asked me how my day was, and i replied i was in a bad mood. He asked why, and i said it was nothing, it was just me. He didn't believe it, and i kinda yelled at him. He was surprised; the doormat of the house standing up for herself. Well, I'm sick of being his doormat, and it's gotta end. If mom won't tell him he's gotta treat me with more respect, then I will. It's been like this for 16 years (that's my entire life btw), and I'm not taking it anymore.