I've had this stomach ache since this morning, and basically whenever I moved, I went into a shock of pain in my stomach and I could barely move. So I've been trying to stay still in bed all day, not even getting up to get food because it hurt too much to do so.
And so my mom's friend came over to help clean the house and I told her I could barely move due to a stomach ache and she yelled at me for 'making it up because I don't want to work.'
Are you serious??? I always help around the house when I'm asked. It's not like I have much a choice anyway.
So my little sister comes in and literally slams my laptop shut in my face and calls me lazy. Then my dad comes in and yells at me for not doing anything and goes on this whole rant about how I'm sloppy and procrastinate and do nothing to benefit anything, whether it be the family or my own future. (Which is dumb because I'm the cleanest, most organised person in the house and I get my work done before everyone else too.)
And so I decide to go hide in my closet for a few hours because I was tired of this and I literally just sat there with nothing to do until my mom called and I talked to her and I finally felt a bit better and came out. And I went to go get food- and mind you, my stomach was still in a lot of pain- and I go downstairs and I get yelled at because I don't talk to anyone?? I said hello to my dog but not a person so I guess I get yelled at, okay.
And so I'm eating and my dad comes in again and he's like "You obviously don't have a stomach ache because you're on the laptop and eating food." But like I said, I haven't eaten all day so I was really hungry?? And I had ginger ale which I rarely drink, and was only drinking it because of my stomach.
And then he just came in now and yelled at me for not scooping up the dog shit in the backyard, which I already told him I'd do tomorrow if my stomach was better. And I reminded him of that and he went back to the "you're a slob and a procrastinator and yadda yadda yadda". And the thing is, he hasn't done anything to help all day either. He's been sitting in his room watching TV all day. Like, movies he's watched 10212879127981 times already.
And I've basically just been crying all day here and I want my mom to come home already.
This is why I hate being left home with other people (especially my dad) when my mom isn't around.