borderline-feline
Constantly Sleepy Catgirl
- Dec 28, 2022
- 645
I get no respect in my house. It ranges from my idiot father deadnaming me to his refusal to do something about his extremely loud sinus issues to doing things I explicitly told him not to do. Both my father and my sister talk way too fucking loud and refuse to lower their volume. On top of that, they'll talk with other noises going on, which makes me wanna beat them both with a baseball bat. It doesn't help that my sister's voice is a really sour pitch that makes me physically cringe. Every time I hear that babytalk they both do when talking to the dogs, I just want them to be struck by lightning because of how fucking inconsiderate they are about everything.
I tell my father time and time again not to touch my laundry because he doesn't know what he's doing. I had to do my laundry, and he was already doing his. I waited for the washing machine to be available, and then I put my clothes in. When he was taking his clothes out of the dryer, he moved mine into the dryer. I've told him dozens of times NOT TO DO THAT. My clothing always needs an extra rinse cycle since the machine never does it right the first time. Beyond the problem with the rinse cycle, I've told him and my sister dozens of times not to use dryer sheets on my laundry. I'm probably gonna have to redo my laundry to fix that dryer sheet problem. They smell fucking rancid, like a dumpster of decaying trash.
Dryer sheets are basically just another form of fabric softener, which is bad for the skin and smells like manure. Is it so much to ask that I be able to do my own goddamn laundry instead of being treated like an infant and having to fix the problem created when it was done wrong? He could've just told me that the wash cycle was done and gotten me to do it myself.
It's so fucking demoralizing having to live with these stupid assholes, but I can't move out, so I'm just fucked. This is further reason for me to want to die.
I tell my father time and time again not to touch my laundry because he doesn't know what he's doing. I had to do my laundry, and he was already doing his. I waited for the washing machine to be available, and then I put my clothes in. When he was taking his clothes out of the dryer, he moved mine into the dryer. I've told him dozens of times NOT TO DO THAT. My clothing always needs an extra rinse cycle since the machine never does it right the first time. Beyond the problem with the rinse cycle, I've told him and my sister dozens of times not to use dryer sheets on my laundry. I'm probably gonna have to redo my laundry to fix that dryer sheet problem. They smell fucking rancid, like a dumpster of decaying trash.
Dryer sheets are basically just another form of fabric softener, which is bad for the skin and smells like manure. Is it so much to ask that I be able to do my own goddamn laundry instead of being treated like an infant and having to fix the problem created when it was done wrong? He could've just told me that the wash cycle was done and gotten me to do it myself.
It's so fucking demoralizing having to live with these stupid assholes, but I can't move out, so I'm just fucked. This is further reason for me to want to die.