my dad talks to us like he hates us sometimes. i know he doesn't. but he's rude. he makes us feel awkward and he makes us feel like we're bad kids, like we're lazy and spoiled and taking advantage of him or something. i can't explain it. he just talks to us like he hates us. i don't think he realizes that he's sending off that message. he rude. i asked him what we were doing tomorrow, curious because we usually dont do anything on saturdays and since it's labor day weekend, he is working all day. he said my stepmom was probably going to shop for a gift for someone for their baby shower and i was just like ok, and so then i started to say something, barely got a word out when he was like "no..no no nope. no boyfriend thing. didn't he just have his birthday? you just saw him. sorry but not this weekend." he was smiling the whole time, but he was rude, and he wouldn't let me talk. i was just trying to tell him that jake's mom invited me to go yard saling for a few hours. i didn't see why it would be a big deal if i went yard saling. i understand shopping for a gift for someone. but i thought my step mom said something about already knowing what she was going to buy, and i don't see why it's a priority that i have to go. i understand if he said no after i asked, but he didn't let me talk and just made me feel like such a bitch for even trying to ask, even though i was being polite. i cant even describe the change in the way my dad treats me. he makes me feel like i'm spoiled for wanting to hang out with my friends or spend time with people that i love. sorry but coming to your house is so dull. i sit in a room for three days and stare at the ceiling. i'm seventeen, let me live my life and don't make me feel like a spoiled rotten bitch for being bored.