I’m in the doghouse for practically no reason.
Last night I got sick of my mum always siding with my brother even when I haven’t done ANYTHING and then she called me a cow (not to my face, but deliberately loud enough to hear), so I stopped talking to her. The one thing I hate most though is that five minutes later she’ll be all chummy like nothing has happened.
This morning all she did was nag and pick at me from the moment I got up, and my gran joined in (but didn’t realise that I was clearly pissed off). Then later my dad was yelling at me for getting tea stains near/on the computer, without proving it was me, and then said I’d even got it on my tablet.
I said “It’s not tea.”
And he said “So? It doesn’t matter if it’s tea, lemonade, spit…”
I said “Well I can’t help spit.”
“Yes you can – don’t spit on it!”
(I wasn’t being cheeky or answering back, I was just saying) “But you spit when you talk and breathe.”
“Well stop breathing then!”
“You’ve just basically told me to die.”
“Well it would stop the arguing, wouldn’t it?”

He may have been joking but it didn’t sound like it, and my eyes welled up when he had gone out of the room. Then my mum came down after fixing my drawers upstairs and even though I said thanks (even though I still wasn’t talking to her), she started screaming at me for not “paying attention”, just because I wasn’t looking at her.
I said “Well I said thank you. I’m not talking to you.”
She yelled “I don’t give a damn if you’re not talking to me, and I don’t care if you never talk to me again! But you will answer questions when you’re asked them!”
I just smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

10 minutes later, Dad come in and asks why I’m not talking to my mum.
“Because she called me a cow and it hurt.” I said, defeated.
Dad sniggered at me, making me feel mortified, and said “Oh what a tragedy. We have to put up with what comes out of your mouth.”
I said “WHAT? WHAT HAVE I EVER CALLED YOU OR MUM?”
He said “Well you moan and groan and complain-”
“Yeah, that’s not calling you names is it?”
“Well I wouldn’t call you a cow, I think you’re more of a frog.”
“Well there you go then.” I gave up.

The rest of the time they ignore me.
I’m not hormonal, I’m not displaying an attitude, I’m not doing anything, unless it’s standing up for myself. Yet this seems to happen all the time lately, and I can normally escape by going to school but now it’s half term, and I really don’t feel like getting out of the house now. They keep going on and on about how my attitude has changed – but it hasn’t. I only argue back if it’s biased completely on their side. I’m pretty sure every teenager feels like this but I always get a really unfair deal nowadays, just because I’m not vegging in my room like my brother is, so I’m always around to blame. If I do stay in my room I get yelled at for not coming down, and he doesn’t. I would call my friends or text them but I don’t have a mobile (I’m not allowed one till I’m 16 – another argument starter. But my brothers had to stick to that rule so I do too.) so I’m writing it here to get it all out, and then maybe I won’t start crying.

Well all I can say is they’ll be sorry when my second brother goes away to Uni this year, and their only child left considers them as mere housemates.

Thanks for letting me rant a really long rant – I’m pretty sure everyone gets this, but I’ve been getting it since the minute I turned 12 and I’m not happy at all. We always aregue over pointless things too and it’s so unfair.