loveandmathematics

Fuck you, family.

I’m so sick of being my family’s scapegoat. More specifically, my mum and my sister. (my dad’s pretty great). Today was that horrible day called Mother’s Day which always seems to end in screaming matches and/or tears (actually, that sounds like everyday in my house at the moment…). So I came up with an idea for her present (a handbag) and my sister, after telling me condescendingly ‘you don’t really have the best track record with presents now, do you?’ was going to go and pick it out yesterday. Then yesterday afternoon she decided that she couldn’t be bothered, swanned off to the wedding she was going to and left me to deal with the lack of present. I raced to the shops before work to go and buy it, then got overwhelmed because she now had me convinced that whatever I picked out Mum would hate (which is probably true, to be honest). So I decided that I’d handmake a voucher and we’d take Mum shopping with us to pick it out. I finished work at 11pm and went to the supermarket and bought lots of pretty paper and magazines and shit to cut up and then went home and stayed up until 3am making this ridiculous oversized collage card voucher thing. 

Then this morning my sister said she didn’t feel well, so whilst Mum and Dad were out I let her sleep in and I cooked lunch. The thing is, I really don’t mind that she did nothing. That’s not the issue. The issue is then my sister woke up and started being absolutely awful to me because I hadn’t bought a present. Then I finally get her to write on the card at 3pm in the afternoon and we give it to mum. ‘Oh, so you didn’t buy me a present?’ ‘And where have you written on this Alexandra?’ (NOTE: I MADE THE WHOLE FUCKING THING IT TOOK ME THREE HOURS FFS) ‘Well where’s the money for the bag then?’ ‘As if you’ll actually take me shopping’. Then Maddy starts to cry and she’s all ‘You’ve ruined Mother’s Day I hate you etc’ and somehow this ends up with her insulting my personal hygiene (WTF?), then Mum starts yelling about everyone fighting on ‘her day’ and goes to her room whilst Dad tries to console me in his ‘go you you’ve done a great job’ kind of way which I adore him for. 

So now my sisters asleep again, Mum and Dad have gone out and I’m left here crying. I’m so sick of being made to feel like shit on a daily basis in this house.