So today my dad told me that he could care less if I starved to death, and that he was not going to buy me another meal, nor was I allowed to eat the food in our house, until after I stopped being a "good for nothing lazy fuck."
All this, after I did two loads of laundry, picked up the house, did the dishes and went outside to clear the sticks out of the yard and washed off some of the side panels of our two story house.
And all, because I forgot to transfer the dishes from the sink into the dishwasher after I unloaded it.
I didn't take it too hard because he's been bitchy lately for trying to quit cigarettes. And he did end up indirectly apologizing by giving my and my brother money for a movie and food in town, and gave me the power cord for the modem behind my angry mother's back. So. All is well I guess.
Damn I can't wait to move out.