I got up this morning and did laundry, took out the trash, did dishes, and cleaned/filled the cat box. I do this everyday. Nobody came home saying anything. It’s almost 7pm and my dad starts screaming at the top of his lungs while cleaning out the cat box. I walk in and he’s talking mass shit about me, and how I didn’t clean anything and decided to cover it up with more litter. How I’m so lazy and I never do anything. I just stood there emotionless because at this point I’m so used to being screamed at by everyone. 10 minuets later and he’s still talking shit about me. I stood by my door and listened, so I decided to walk back out and stared at him. My mom looks at me and goes “WHAT?!” What? You wanna talk shit about me, say it to my fucking face. That’s what. My dad looks at me and shakes my head, and I just walk back into my room. My mom comes walking down the hallway a few seconds later and completely shut/slams my door. They’re always saying I’m SO lazy and I never do ANYTHING around the house, yet I’m the ONLY person doing ANYTHING around here while everyone else gets drunk every other day. My dad has the day off? He still makes me clean. Both parents have the day off? Litter box gets full, sink gets full, nobody does anything, and I’m left with the mess to clean up the next day while everyone is at work. I at least hope I get ONE DAY to relax. Nope. I’m the fucking maid in this house.

So glad I’m moving out in a few weeks so I can finally start working again, and get away from this toxic dump I call family. I can’t take it here anymore. I’ve tried dealing with it for 20 years and I’m fucking done.