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they were fighting again. or should i say she was yelling and he was trying to talk reason into her.

again she brought up my father's inability to parent us in the way she sees fit. i dont understand it. she's the one who is good at getting us to do things. she's the one who is forcefull and such. she cant just expect my dad, a quiet kind guy, to keep bothering us and threatening us with punishment to do things. she's the one who was good at it and i dont see why she cant use the gifts she's been given. she says that ebay is her new obsession because she cant obsess over us anymore. that doesnt mean you can just turn your back on us and expect us to be perfectly responsible young adults. you babied us all our lives then suddenly you give us all this responsibility, but you want us to see what needs to be done without you even asking us.

its the same thing with my dad. in her absence he's a deer in the headlights, like us. and she lashes out at us for being incompetent when its her fault in the first place.

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