Sometimes I hate things that my dad does and I just want to leave for college already. Literally today he gave me a lecture on how to try less hard for my dance class. For context, I take dance and I hurt my back yesterday. My mom told him as I figured she would. But instead of going, "Hey honey, how's your back? Do you feel better?" He just goes on a lecture on how I should try less. And this is not the first time. One time I had a mental breakdown because of all the stress I had, and my my dad, instead of comforting me, just lectures me kn how my problems aren't that big. If they really weren't you should help my siblings with their homework. YOU do the chores. YOU help with dinner. He literally does nothing of this and it was all piled up on me. I just don't get it