Anyone Got a Rock?

...Or something that I can use to BEAT some sense into my parents?!?!?!?!?

Ben and I have really been struggling lately because we NEVER get any time alone together. I mean EVER. So we decided to look into having my niece Emily watch Adri for a few hours on a Saturday while we go do something together. We came home and I asked Mom and Dad if they would be okay with Emily watching Adri over here, and Dad blew a fuse. "I've had it. I'm hiring someone to finish that basement. I'm tired of all the bickering and no one wanting to do any work downstairs. I finished the sanding downstairs and I'LL prime it and then get someone to finish the rest." Wat the heck??????? Last thing I was told was don't worry about doing anything down there yet because no one will be here this weekend. We'll work on it next weekend. Then he comes in and says, "Do you know when I get time to MY self??? One o'clock in the morning, that's when!" While trying to keep my cool, I said, "with all due respect, Dad, you are responsible for you. We are doing what WE are responsible for, and this is something very necessary right now." He just walked away mumbling. So I genuinely asked my Mom if I was asking for too much—two or three hours every other week so Ben and I can have time together. She flipped her lid and said, "Since when is that Dad's and my problem? And how do you think you're going to afford to pay a babysitter? If you are only this far into paying off your debt and are already having problems like this I don't know how you're going to make it to the end" Again I scream, what the heck???????????? She said, "I'm with Dad. I said from the beginning that I didn't want you guys living here. We went through the same bulls*** with Michael and Bridget. What made me change my mind is that you said, 'Do you ever want to see your grandchild again?' and it nearly killed me." BULL!!!!!!!!!! SHE IS MY CHILD, NOT A BARGAINING CHIP!!! She may have done that I WOULD NEVER SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I NEVER asked for that basement to be finished. All I asked for is if we could clean out the basement so Ben and I could sleep down there instead and let them have their space back. Finishing it was Dad's idea. And they both thought us moving down there was a good idea.

Really, are we asking for too much? I'm about ready to find an apartment, file bankruptcy and call it good. I can't handle much more of this.

posted by Brandi at 8:28 PM