I commute to university from home. We have two dogs, so we take turns walking them. My brother's been out of town, so my dad told me I had to take them tonight. I had a bad day today (I've been battling depression for quite some time now, though my parents don't know that) so of course, I wasn't too happy about having to walk the dogs in the cold when I had planned to stay in and rest. I admittedly whined "whyyyyy" and gave a little attitude. He then did this thing where he talks to me like he's some sort of drill sergeant or something, and that pisses me off. There was no way for me to sit there and smile and pretend to be happy about having to cover for my brother when I had just had a really rough day. Depression makes it really hard for me to just get out of bed (of course, my parents attribute this to laziness because they don't know that there is something else going on) so because I was so ready to just throw on my comfy pants and a really good record and just lay in bed, I was agitated. He starts yelling at me and cursing, saying things like "this is **** ****" and what not, and tells me that I'm grounded. Mind you, I'm a sophomore in college and I like to think that I'm, for the most part, as developed and matured as I should be for my age. This is not the first time he's blown up over something so minuscule and grounded me since I've started college. Granted, I know I give attitude, but I'm 19. What teenage girl doesn't give a smidge of attitude every now and then? He gets angry over the littlest things. For example: in the front walkway, my family takes their shoes off on the right side but I take my shoes off on the left. I've been furiously yelled at and grounded for this. I occasionally forget to put the screen protector up on the window of my car when I come home. I've been furiously yelled at and grounded for this. I sometimes leave the towel slightly disheveled on the rack when I'm done. I've been furiously yelled at and grounded for this. Are you starting to get the picture? And he doesn't just yell. He's scary when he yells. He screams at the top of his lungs and even throws and hits sometimes. I thought it was normal to be hit when I was younger but now that I'm older, it seems strange to still be hit and screamed at. Is it me that needs to change, or is it him? I realize sometimes I am forgetful and I do give attitude and I'm messy. But that's what he signed up for when he decided to have kids, isn't it? I constantly feel like I'm walking on eggshells with him. Is this normal? What do I do?
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