I feel like I am treated like a lapdog.
My father and his girlfriend complain about how I listen to my MP3 player and ignore them in the car.
Whenever we get into the car, they start having little conversations with the music turned high enough so they can hear it, but I can barely make it out, along with their voices, just high enough for them to hear eachother, but not me.
So I listen to my music, and they get mad at me like I am some sort of dog who is supposed to be ready to listen at their every beck and call.
Why did I even decide to move here?
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Where do you live? Still in Cali? It's been some time since we last talked, I feel so out of the loop now. xp
Anywho, yea, most parents tend to do that it seems; you're old enough to take care of practically all the menial duties of running a household and have to wait on their every whim, despite the fact that you have mountains of schoolwork and a job, and you can't do anything about it because you practically have a place to live with free rent and utilities...unless you're being made to pay for your share, 'cause then you're just being robbed...