Back to hating life...

My father and brother got home from boy scout camp last night. I had expected earlier complications, but they held off until today. Dad yelled at me for spending so much time in my room "doing nothing". I told him to live with it because he can't pass judgement seeing as he's never around any more. He got all pissy and left me alone. Then, he and Paul went to work outside. Something occured between them resulting in Dad calling each member of the family pieces of shit. I went out side bare-foot and in my pajamas and yelled "Thanks for calling me a piece of shit, asshole." And he started up with the "You never do anything for this family" shit and I told him to fuck off. A few minutes later he came rampaging into the house, yelling and screaming at my brother and me. I told him to go away because life was better when he wasn't around... Its strange how my mother and father have changed rolls over the passed six months. Anyway, he tried to knock me off my stool where I was eating breakfast. I should have let him. At least then I would have had a rather legitimate reason to get away from him. Anyway, he yelled at my brother for being a wussy and then he yelled at me for being a recluse. Then he proceeded to yell at both of us for being useless. I could only scream, "How dare you think you can rule this house! How dare you pass judgement when you are never around!" Then he proceeded to explain that he can't stand coming home to my mother being in a funk. He said he can't stand hearing Mom complain about how she always has to do things by herself. He said that we had better get our acts together and help out with the house... coming from the guy who's never around, it sounded like a regular piece royal bull shit. And so I abandoned my breakfast and went up to my room to cry. Mom came up with my breakfast and I asked her what I did wrong to piss her off. She looked at me rather strangely and said, "What do you mean?" "Dad said that you were mad at me for not doing something." She said that he was lying and that what she really said was "What more can I do to motivate her to leave her room?" Oh, well. Two very different statements from two very different people. Now they're down stairs yelling at eachother about something I couldn't care less about. *sigh* I guess things are back to normal. I knew that little respite couldn't last forever...