I can't believe my Dad. He thinks that because Mum isn't home he can be as nasty as he wants. I already have to a whack ton of job and am left with barely any time to do my course work. Now I have to keep the living room clean (which is an impossible task thanks to my brother and his friends), keep the hallway clean (another impossible task), hoover the stair which a pain in the backside, feed the dogs, take out the rubbish, wash the dishes every night (HOW CAN SOMEONE DRINK SO MUCH TEA!?), clean his damn clothes, iron them, walk the dogs, clean the garden, wash his motorbike (which he never fikken uses), and go shopping for him.
What am I, his bloody slave? Why the hell can't he get off his lazy arse and start pulling his own weight for once, rather than make me do everything for him? Oh, well that will be because of the fact that he sooooo busy all the time, and has no time to rest.
All he does is go out, chat up teenage girls (my Dad is 50 btw), flirt on Facebook, obsess about cameras (and spend all our money on them), yell abuse at everyone in the family (minus my second oldest brother because he's a massive suck-up), and scream at his computer when he makes a spelling error.
He brings no money into this house, spends it all, doesn't actually behave like a parent (more like a squatter at this point), abuses my mother, and is never actually home when we need him for payments because he controls the money.
Do I get a thank you for putting up with what he asks, sorry, "demands"? Of course not. I only get told everything a father should never say and get more crap for it.
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