20rd in A Nice Dream On Elm Street

I feel increasingly out of place at family gatherings, mostly because my boomer parents take everything so literal. “You don’t like the dog barking? Move out.”
Yeah well “You don’t want a traumatized victim of a son? Should’ve been better parents.”
If you’ve ever had that friend growing up who made you go ‘..They can’t be that bad’, you never went to my house lmao. Anyway, that’s not important (and I hate remembering how my dad would just grin and say “Ok I didn’t wanna hear 20 years down the line ‘my dad was meaaan’..”, that’s you everyday, asshole.)
My sister-in law commented that yes the dogs (small yappy noise machines) are non-stop, and I said it was nice to be around someone with common sense for a change instead of the Garfield owners who just occasionally mumble ‘Be quieeet’ after about 10 minutes of “LOOK THAT SQUIRREL IS BACK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK”
I ate the nasty breakfast that’s so important to my mom and then went back to my room because i’m 40 but still act 14.
It’s so important to Hispanic matriarch’s for some reason, that everyone come over and everyone eat. My grandmother felt so useless after my grandpa died, once telling me “Well I’m sorry for bothering you but this is all I’m good at”.
Mom needs everyone to have a good tiiiime and have fuuuuun and enjoy conversaaaaaation..
Would be doable if you humorless monsters weren’t so easily offended
I’m just “the other one” around my brother, he’s got the nice county job and I work at the dollar store.
I thought it’d been longer since I wrote an entry, think i’ll try for a whole month next time, or something. I don’t know.
But I do know, that when you look at me and think everythings fine, it’s not.
There’s always laughter, but it’s not really laughter, it’s screaming, it’s over-wrought wracked sobs and wailing. I don’t want to do 40 more years of this, hahaha, hahahaha, ahaaa haha.