its my 17th birthday and all my dad has done is complain all fucking day and piss off my 4 y/o sister to the point she hits him and then he starts venting to me and then leaves to sulk and then when he comes back up i ask him can he make breakfast, he says yeah so i go back to my room and it takes him six fucking hours to START it. 'oh im doing the dishes you havent done, im cleaning the house, sorry i didn't start it yet, ur right im a bitch' one, when did I call you a bitch. TWO all i care about is eating, im a teenager im hungry and dont feel like cooking on my birthday—and then the second i try to make myself something cause i dont wanna wait for the water to boil cause its been six hours—he tells me to stop and itll be done soon and to stop acting like that. OH MY GODDD dude i hate him so bad i cant wait to get outta here and away from him he makes me feel so miserable with pity party he throws for himself everytime im around, it jus makes me feel bad and its not my problem