Bullshit Parents

Every time I complained about my parents in the blog so far, I titled it rant or complaint but I think “Bullshit Parents” might become another multi part entry. I keep trying to think of how to justify myself to people who might write me off as the bad guy but fuck it. I’m just going to start bitching.

Yesterday morning, at 4am, my mom tells me I need to call the government again to follow up on the tax fiasco that needs fixing. I mentioned this story before and I had said that I’m not going to write about it because it’s boring and I will continue to not write about it. Suffice to say, there was an error somewhere between the bank and government and I’m the one who ends up suffering. I’ve already sent all required documents to fix it and they’re taking their time to do it over months. So at 4am, my mom bitched at me to tell me to call them again to follow up. I keep telling her that there’s nothing to follow up on. The last time I called, they just said someone else is still currently working on it and all I can do is wait. My mom thinks that nagging gets results, both with me and the government but I prove her wrong in both instances. She says I need to find the name of the person working on it and keep following up so they work on it faster aka nag them to death. There was a lot of yelling and screaming about this bullshit. I try to explain to her how it’s completely pointless and even if I know Obama’s the one responsible doing something, if I can’t reach him, I’m just barking up the wrong tree. And guess how she responds? “Oh Baba’s the name of the person responsible? Let me write down that name (and have you call her)” I repeat fuckin’ Obama and she still doesn’t get it. I explain that it’s an example and she’s a dumbass for not getting it. She responds “I didn’t know you were out to trick me.” What the fuck… How do you talk to retards? I wouldn’t know. There was a lot more of this stupid shit but they don’t transcribe well to writing (neither does whatever the fuck I just wrote).

Now this morning, just now, my dad asks me for the 4th time if I’ve checked the route to the casino where he’ll be bringing my aunt to, 4 months from now. The first time he asked, I was going to just fuckin’ do this pointlessness because it takes seconds to do but he told me not to do it because it’s still months away. Yet he insists on asking me to do it 3 more times, but at the same time telling me not to do it yet. “Ted should do it when it’s convenient” is probably what he’s thinking but the whole thing is a fuckin’ inconvenience. Normally, I literally don’t respond to my parents but this morning, I stupidly decided to respond and told him that it takes seconds to do so there’s no need to do it months in advance. Just tell me when you need it. Sure I was irritated. Who wouldn’t be? Then he says “Hah, I got you to reveal your true colors you irritable and hot tempered person.” He continues to say that I am autistic and can’t function in society and that I should be nicer to him because he’s already as good to me as can be. Right… a dad who frames me as autistic and provokes me for no reason is as good as can be. What a great way to kick off mother’s day weekend. I think I ranted for the past two weekends too. Every weekend starts this fuckin’ way…