So! My dad snapped on me at dinner just now, because I haven’t had a good attitude recently. By that, he means that I’ve been quiet. Not rude, just quiet. Today he came to my room to tell me that the Pitt shirt I ordered was too big and I should give it to him. When I told him that I like that it’s a little baggy, he was all “I’m just joking don’t be so serious all the time.” That’s what he means by bad attitude. Anyway, he was snapping at me and told me that I should feel bad when I said I was sorry, and I kept looking at my mom even though she never stands up for me when he gets upset. Then he randomly changed the subject to grades and I defended myself because I have actually been working on school stuff, not everything I say is a lie, but then he brought out the stupid “we aren’t paying all this money for you to go to school and get mediocre grades” which a.) he stole that argument from my mom and b.) he hasn’t paid for my school a day in his life, I’ve gone to public school since I was a toddler, so the least he could do is pay for four years of it now. I hate family dinners they always end with either my parents fighting or me fighting with one of them. I’m so tired of it I can’t wait to live 9 and a half hours away I just want to leave. In like 20 mins my dad’s gonna come up to my room and say he’s sorry but he really doesn’t mean it he just wants me to speak to him again because he never learned how to actually talk to his children and that’s why 2/3 of us are leaving as soon as we possibly can.
Alright that’s enough being sad! I cut Ollie’s mane today so he kinda looks like he has a bowl cut. I didn’t turn him out before I rode so it felt a little like I was sitting on a live bomb, but we did make it through without any really scary moments.
Song of the day: Summertime by Orville Peck
Melayed Penalty 