God, I can't stand my parents. They dragged me to my brother's music performance today, which, fine, whatever, it was good and I know he wanted me to be there, but they drove me crazy the entire time. I was a few minutes late, so I had to wait for a good break at which to go sit down, and my mother stared me down the entire time I was waiting, as though if she didn't keep her eyes on me, I might disappear.
They were going to drop me off back here after we all got dinner, but three separate times, my parents made snide comments that made it VERY clear they didn't want me to go with them; I have no idea why, they weren't mad at me today. So I snapped at my mom, finally, and said I wouldn't burden them with my presence, and wouldn't join them. My mother says she made the final comment because they were going to go eat where I wanted to go no matter what, but she just made it sound like it was such a hassle to have to go somewhere I could or would be able to eat. Conveniently, my mother forgot what else she said, and denies it, and my father thinks what he said was a joke. They both got all snippy about "oh, we'll, that's okay, we'll JUST take you out to dinner!" making it quite clear that my presence was a problem to them.
So when I said I wouldn't be going, my father started yelling at me, telling me to shut up and deal with it. Whatever the hell that means. I mean, they don't want me to go, so I said I wouldn't go, and that doesn't make them happy -- but going wouldn't make them happy either, because they clearly don't want me to. My mom says they assumed I would be going; so, what, that excuses her to say whatever she wants?
I've barely eaten today; I'm so hungry, my head is pounding, but I'd rather sit here with a headache than go with them. I can't make them happy.
A work of art is an invitation to love.