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Might be a little RAAAAAAGE in here. Mostly ranting.
Not so much parents, but my mum. My dad died last November, so I've been living with my mum for the past few months.
When dad was still alive, he would always... Not necessarily side with me, but sympathise with me and talk to me about what was wrong. We wouldn't get into silly little arguments over nothing - if we ever argued, it was because of conflicting beliefs on an intelligent matter.
Now, with my mum, she pretty much gets at me over every little thing.
I'm not allowed to smoke in the house (yes, I smoke *smites self*), but there was a time a few months ago when I used to sneak a cigarette into my room at night.
So my mum found the cigarette end in my room (because I'm not particularly clever when it comes to hiding/getting rid of them), and raged. Hard core.
Anyway, a short while ago my mum's laptop broke and she had to use my computer in my room. I went out one day, and when I came back I found the ashtray in my room, hidden amongst my books.
When I approached her about it (I said I didn't mind her smoking in my room, so long as she opened the window) she raged. At me.
Then she always gets mad at me for not emptying the bin/ashtray/leaving empty cigarette packets. She, however, is allowed to leave the bin piling up until everything spills, the ashtray full, AND her own cigarette packets are all over the house. When I asked whether I should put them in the bin (she may have left them there for a reason, seeing as she's apparently so against having them there in the first place when empty) she rages. At me.
Also, if there's a little bit of milk in the carton left and I put it back in the fridge, she shouts at me. Yet she is allowed to leave empty crisp packets in the cupboards.
And god forbid should I ever cut the cheese using a knife INSTEAD OF THE SLICER!!11!!!!!1!!ONE!!!!!
...But she's allowed to do it. And when I ask why she is allowed to do it, she tells me to stop treating her like dirt.
(Keep in mind I don't RAGE at her - I just ask nicely).
Finally (although there are other things, but this post is long enough atm), a few days back I accidentally left some meat in the cupboard after having cooked dinner (I cook all the time, btw - my mum doesn't. I even make her LUNCH, and I don't even eat lunch...). Mum raged at me for leaving it there, telling me it needed to go back in the fridge. I simply forgot it was in there, my mistake, fair enough.
The next day, after having stayed away for the night, I come home to find that there was butter, salad and cheese underneath the cupboard, which has been left OVERNIGHT, and there were now ants crawling all over the food. Meaning I had to throw it away. Waste.
GAH. Freakin' ridiculous, it is. She tells me I treat her like a child sometimes, but how can I not to a certain extent, when she acts like one?
Sigh.
AAAAAAAAAND!
(One FINAL point, sorry for length)
Today she asked me to take some pictures of her with my kitten. I did. Then I messed around with one of them and added a speech bubble. My boyfriend said "aww, that's mean" (it just said something about praying because she looked like she was) and immediately my mum jumped up, literally screamed at me "DON'T YOU DARE PUT ANY BAD PHOTOS OF ME ON FACEBOOK" - yes, she has a facebook - "IF YOU PUT ANYTHING BAD UP THEN YOU'RE NOT GETTING YOUR NEW COMPUTER".
The computer I have been dreaming about for weeks now.
She just acts like a child sometimes. >___<
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