Brett Andrews
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Well this shouldnt really be in the Life Sucks section - my life is great. Except for a few irritations...
Several years ago, my father was diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, meaning he retired from work early. Being the skeptic that I am, I always doubted whether he really has this "disease" or not. No-one knows what causes CFS, and so there is no way to prove/disprove if someone has it. Because of the nature of the illness, it wouldnt be hard to convince a doctor that you have it. I'm almost certain it's entirely psychological anyway.
A few years after that, my parents split up. My mother is very insecure. After one very long and tedious relationship which almost split the family, my mother jumped on the first relationship she could. A few months into this new, almost-as-irritating relationship, she realised she was as good sorted. She developed an illness, and was off work for about 6 months before she managed to convince the doctor she had - guess what - CFS.
Since then, for the last 6 months or so, she's been using her "illness" as an excuse for being lazy at every available opportunity.
She makes me do the dishes, hoover etc. I never get any help.
She complains about the state of the house but simply cant be bothered to do anything about it.
She does the washing - at most - once a week.
She pisses me off to the point I start saying things perhaps people shouldnt say to their mothers, which is met with intelligent comments like;
"Why do you treat me like I dont have a brain cell to rub between myself?"
She wonders why my older brother doesnt live at home anymore and moved in with his girlfriend. I dont blame him. If anyone says anything even hinting that she's lazy or that her illness isn't genuine, or even just points out any of her weaknesses - on go the waterworks. Then comes the guilt trip. She is impossible to talk to.
Now I could probably cope with that, if that was the only thing. Her partner is so god damn irritating. He has to be one of the most irritating people I have EVER met. He's a ludicrously hairy, short, fat, sweaty, balding, poor excuse for a human being with a sense of humour as dry as my grandmother's fruitcake. He has a story for literally every possible situation. Whatever you've done - he's either got a story about the same thing, or he's done it better. And, naturally, he knows everything there is to know about everything. He makes irrelevant jokes all the time, that simply aren't funny. And he's racist.
My father isn't an entirely different story either. He's arrogant, tight with money and has no sense of fun. last summer, he phoned me every other day with a list of 3 or 4 jobs I "might be interested in". I don't want a job. I told him that. He didnt listen. "I just happened to notice these places were advertising jobs" - Bullshit. There is no way anyone could just come accross that many jobs without actually searching for them. Even now, he's still pressuring me to get a job. He's oblivious to the fact I have exams coming up.
But then, I shouldn't expect too much. My father's never really been there for me, and our relationship was always strained. Strained to the point where he used to drag me through the house kicking and screaming, grabbing onto the door frames to try and stop him. Anyway, after my parents split, he jumped on the easiest pair of breasts he find.
"I know I could probably do better in terms of intelligence and looks" he used to tell me. And this is the woman he's planning to marry. Who, incidentally, is quite likely the second most irritating person I have ever met. I'm almost certain my father doesnt actually realise she continues to exist above her chest. Here goes the list of faults: She's fat, stupid, two-faced, bitchy, unfunny, ugly, has an annoying voice, and she's an awful parent. Etc. For a long time, we had major disputes. My father refused to believe that it wasnt her i didnt like and that it was in fact just the idea of my parents seeing other people.
There's much more. But this post is getting a little on the long side, so I'll stop here.
Much better.
Several years ago, my father was diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, meaning he retired from work early. Being the skeptic that I am, I always doubted whether he really has this "disease" or not. No-one knows what causes CFS, and so there is no way to prove/disprove if someone has it. Because of the nature of the illness, it wouldnt be hard to convince a doctor that you have it. I'm almost certain it's entirely psychological anyway.
A few years after that, my parents split up. My mother is very insecure. After one very long and tedious relationship which almost split the family, my mother jumped on the first relationship she could. A few months into this new, almost-as-irritating relationship, she realised she was as good sorted. She developed an illness, and was off work for about 6 months before she managed to convince the doctor she had - guess what - CFS.
Since then, for the last 6 months or so, she's been using her "illness" as an excuse for being lazy at every available opportunity.
She makes me do the dishes, hoover etc. I never get any help.
She complains about the state of the house but simply cant be bothered to do anything about it.
She does the washing - at most - once a week.
She pisses me off to the point I start saying things perhaps people shouldnt say to their mothers, which is met with intelligent comments like;
"Why do you treat me like I dont have a brain cell to rub between myself?"
She wonders why my older brother doesnt live at home anymore and moved in with his girlfriend. I dont blame him. If anyone says anything even hinting that she's lazy or that her illness isn't genuine, or even just points out any of her weaknesses - on go the waterworks. Then comes the guilt trip. She is impossible to talk to.
Now I could probably cope with that, if that was the only thing. Her partner is so god damn irritating. He has to be one of the most irritating people I have EVER met. He's a ludicrously hairy, short, fat, sweaty, balding, poor excuse for a human being with a sense of humour as dry as my grandmother's fruitcake. He has a story for literally every possible situation. Whatever you've done - he's either got a story about the same thing, or he's done it better. And, naturally, he knows everything there is to know about everything. He makes irrelevant jokes all the time, that simply aren't funny. And he's racist.
My father isn't an entirely different story either. He's arrogant, tight with money and has no sense of fun. last summer, he phoned me every other day with a list of 3 or 4 jobs I "might be interested in". I don't want a job. I told him that. He didnt listen. "I just happened to notice these places were advertising jobs" - Bullshit. There is no way anyone could just come accross that many jobs without actually searching for them. Even now, he's still pressuring me to get a job. He's oblivious to the fact I have exams coming up.
But then, I shouldn't expect too much. My father's never really been there for me, and our relationship was always strained. Strained to the point where he used to drag me through the house kicking and screaming, grabbing onto the door frames to try and stop him. Anyway, after my parents split, he jumped on the easiest pair of breasts he find.
"I know I could probably do better in terms of intelligence and looks" he used to tell me. And this is the woman he's planning to marry. Who, incidentally, is quite likely the second most irritating person I have ever met. I'm almost certain my father doesnt actually realise she continues to exist above her chest. Here goes the list of faults: She's fat, stupid, two-faced, bitchy, unfunny, ugly, has an annoying voice, and she's an awful parent. Etc. For a long time, we had major disputes. My father refused to believe that it wasnt her i didnt like and that it was in fact just the idea of my parents seeing other people.
There's much more. But this post is getting a little on the long side, so I'll stop here.
Much better.