I'm done with celebrating my birthday, methinks. For the past two (including this one), it's just caused me pain.
Last year, the day before me 17th, I was invited to go eat with friends, only to find out they had decided to call me halfway through the meal and make it seem like a party- the food wasn't even stuff I ate. I left in upset, and they called me selfish as I left. I spent my birthday at school experiencing the silent treatment.
This year, things started out fine. I had the house to myself and the dog, and I went out for lunch with my grandmother. She gave me a kit of toiletries and whatnot, like every year, because she knows I rather like them. All was well. Then, my parents came home. They rushed me to hurry up and get my cake, even though I wanted to skype with a friend who recently moved- I missed my chance to, today. Then, my mum convinced me to go have dinner with a different friend- not one of the "friends" from the previous year. I almost didn't want to go in fear of a repeat. However, I went anyway. Her and I waited in line only to have the last 6 slices of pizza- the only kind we ate- bought by one of the prep girls we both despise. So, we went back to our table and tried to figure out what we were going to eat there, since we didn't have time to go somewhere else. The woman at the counter, whom we knew hated teenagers, kept barking at us to hurry up and order. I felt sick to my stomach by then, and I didn't even end up having a birthday dinner.
As if that wasn't enough, my mum picked us up, took my friend home, and we had to stop at a convenience store. My mum told me to call home to ask what slushie my sister wanted- she wanted blue raspberry. However, the second I said I was getting it for her, the ditzy girl behind the counter said, "Oh, they're plugged in, but not working properly- only cherry is." So, I had to call back, my dad answered, sounding pissed, and I had to tell that only cherry was working. My sis said okay, but then my mum told me to tell her nevermind because it wasn't even proper slush yet, just a juicy mush. I heard my dad laughing on the other end of the phone as I tried to explain, but all he said was. "Forget it. Make up your mind and leave me alone already. Bye." With that, he hung up and I started crying right in the middle of the store. My mum gently told me to go to the car when she paid for her things, and apologized for my dad taking things out on me.
When I got home, my dad started asking me what was wrong, but I couldn't even look at him. I just went to my room. They started fighting over what happened, and he didn't see the big deal. He just thought I was over reacting. He didn't even give a real apology other than, "sorry if I hurt your feelings somehow, and besides, your sister and I thought the whole thing was funny". By now, my mum's main concern was not fighting with him again, so she didn't even press the subject- instead, she started taking his side and saying that I had no right to enter the house in a bad mood.
Later on, she confronted me and said that they weren't speaking and that I had ruined the weekend for them. She flip-flopped from saying, "_____, it's her birthday, let her be," to "Why didn't you just stay in the car? You were being melodramatic again and look what you did."
Yep. Happy 18th birthday.
What am I supposed to do? No one's really talking to each other, but they're all silently blaming me for my dad laughing at me over the phone and getting pissed at me for trying to explain a stupid slushie machine issue.
Last year, the day before me 17th, I was invited to go eat with friends, only to find out they had decided to call me halfway through the meal and make it seem like a party- the food wasn't even stuff I ate. I left in upset, and they called me selfish as I left. I spent my birthday at school experiencing the silent treatment.
This year, things started out fine. I had the house to myself and the dog, and I went out for lunch with my grandmother. She gave me a kit of toiletries and whatnot, like every year, because she knows I rather like them. All was well. Then, my parents came home. They rushed me to hurry up and get my cake, even though I wanted to skype with a friend who recently moved- I missed my chance to, today. Then, my mum convinced me to go have dinner with a different friend- not one of the "friends" from the previous year. I almost didn't want to go in fear of a repeat. However, I went anyway. Her and I waited in line only to have the last 6 slices of pizza- the only kind we ate- bought by one of the prep girls we both despise. So, we went back to our table and tried to figure out what we were going to eat there, since we didn't have time to go somewhere else. The woman at the counter, whom we knew hated teenagers, kept barking at us to hurry up and order. I felt sick to my stomach by then, and I didn't even end up having a birthday dinner.
As if that wasn't enough, my mum picked us up, took my friend home, and we had to stop at a convenience store. My mum told me to call home to ask what slushie my sister wanted- she wanted blue raspberry. However, the second I said I was getting it for her, the ditzy girl behind the counter said, "Oh, they're plugged in, but not working properly- only cherry is." So, I had to call back, my dad answered, sounding pissed, and I had to tell that only cherry was working. My sis said okay, but then my mum told me to tell her nevermind because it wasn't even proper slush yet, just a juicy mush. I heard my dad laughing on the other end of the phone as I tried to explain, but all he said was. "Forget it. Make up your mind and leave me alone already. Bye." With that, he hung up and I started crying right in the middle of the store. My mum gently told me to go to the car when she paid for her things, and apologized for my dad taking things out on me.
When I got home, my dad started asking me what was wrong, but I couldn't even look at him. I just went to my room. They started fighting over what happened, and he didn't see the big deal. He just thought I was over reacting. He didn't even give a real apology other than, "sorry if I hurt your feelings somehow, and besides, your sister and I thought the whole thing was funny". By now, my mum's main concern was not fighting with him again, so she didn't even press the subject- instead, she started taking his side and saying that I had no right to enter the house in a bad mood.
Later on, she confronted me and said that they weren't speaking and that I had ruined the weekend for them. She flip-flopped from saying, "_____, it's her birthday, let her be," to "Why didn't you just stay in the car? You were being melodramatic again and look what you did."
Yep. Happy 18th birthday.
What am I supposed to do? No one's really talking to each other, but they're all silently blaming me for my dad laughing at me over the phone and getting pissed at me for trying to explain a stupid slushie machine issue.
