Just as an example of why my mental health isn’t the best and it’s a slight rant so don’t feel obligated to continue reading:
Being Father’s Day, you’d think my father would not be in the mood to argue, but nope, today was worse than most. First, he gets mad at me because I asked for someone else to put away the food because my back is killing me from making dinner. My older brother stepped in and said I was whining when in reality I was just trying to explain my point.
Later, we were discussing equality, and my dad got all huffy about something I said and was telling my I was wrong without letting me finish. He took my words in a different way than the one I meant them as, and then, he proceeded to tell me that I was the one in the wrong. He was treating me like a jerk-faced idiot, so I told him to stop. His reply was “then stop acting like one.” I wasn’t trying to be one, but that’s how it almost always goes.
It makes me wonder. “Why am I always the one in the wrong?” “Why does he always complain about the things done wrong instead of thanking me for what I do right?” The list continues, but this is all I’ll post because my mental health is trying to enter the spiral negativity that leads to the black hole of depression.