As I rot more and more over time, I just get more and more depressed, jaded, and bitter overall. My own mother literally told me that I'm an asshole anymore. I don't even do anything nasty to her, but I guess it's just so obvious how much disdain I have towards life in general at time and that I'm just sick of it all.
She told me I have no empathy or compassion. I find this quite ironic because I used to be OVERLY nice and empathetic as a kid, and got treated like shit because of it. I know I'm not a pushover now like I used to be, but not sure what exactly she thinks makes me a jerk. She told me flat out yesterday that she sees more and more of my father in me, and it bothers her
One thing we always fight about is the rotten mean beagle dog she has. She treats it like a baby despite all it does. It gives no affection, pees on her bed, rips up the garbage, sits by you grunting in a nasty manner while you eat, and is mean. That dog has done me so much wrong, and made me dislike the thing a lot. I used to cope with night walks around town enjoying the peace and darkness, and took the dog for protection. Started out fine, and over time, the dog decided everything he sees is his, and would bark at any other dog that he would occasionally see. Almost got me attacked for picking fights with German Shepherds and pitbulls. One time, it barked at a quiet German shepherd across the street for no reason, and then that other dog got aggressive in self defense, causing it to pull and the owner barely held it back. My mother's dog almost provoked fights many times like that. I was very patient and tried to train it out of this for almost a year.
Dog never wised up, and I had to give up the walks 2 years ago since it's too rough of a neighborhood to go out myself. He ruined one of my best copes on me. Peak ragefuel, and she acts like it doesn't matter.
Because of all this, I often poke fun at the dog saying what a retarded bastard he is, and that makes my mother mad. The dog occasionally has seizures due to it's epilepsy, and I don't care much at all. Why would I? The dog is so rotten, even biting my hand hard at one point when holding it back from attacking my dad's friend. I admit my overall attitude is more bitter than it used to be, but it's not my fault the dog is bad, and she needs to shut up about it.
Dogpill strikes again I guess. She takes the side of a dog she KNOWS is terrible over me. Brutal af
She told me I have no empathy or compassion. I find this quite ironic because I used to be OVERLY nice and empathetic as a kid, and got treated like shit because of it. I know I'm not a pushover now like I used to be, but not sure what exactly she thinks makes me a jerk. She told me flat out yesterday that she sees more and more of my father in me, and it bothers her
One thing we always fight about is the rotten mean beagle dog she has. She treats it like a baby despite all it does. It gives no affection, pees on her bed, rips up the garbage, sits by you grunting in a nasty manner while you eat, and is mean. That dog has done me so much wrong, and made me dislike the thing a lot. I used to cope with night walks around town enjoying the peace and darkness, and took the dog for protection. Started out fine, and over time, the dog decided everything he sees is his, and would bark at any other dog that he would occasionally see. Almost got me attacked for picking fights with German Shepherds and pitbulls. One time, it barked at a quiet German shepherd across the street for no reason, and then that other dog got aggressive in self defense, causing it to pull and the owner barely held it back. My mother's dog almost provoked fights many times like that. I was very patient and tried to train it out of this for almost a year.
Dog never wised up, and I had to give up the walks 2 years ago since it's too rough of a neighborhood to go out myself. He ruined one of my best copes on me. Peak ragefuel, and she acts like it doesn't matter.
Because of all this, I often poke fun at the dog saying what a retarded bastard he is, and that makes my mother mad. The dog occasionally has seizures due to it's epilepsy, and I don't care much at all. Why would I? The dog is so rotten, even biting my hand hard at one point when holding it back from attacking my dad's friend. I admit my overall attitude is more bitter than it used to be, but it's not my fault the dog is bad, and she needs to shut up about it.
Dogpill strikes again I guess. She takes the side of a dog she KNOWS is terrible over me. Brutal af
! My mother tells me I'm a psychopath for not caring about it when it shakes in fear, but why the fuck would I care? If he is so rotten and mean he think he'd win against a pitbull, what's so scary about thunder to him? No sympathy at all to that dog. It had a seizure once and before it could even walk again, it was immediately barking viciously at an innocent dog nearby.
