Can I vent for just a second? Is this the place to vent? I fucking hate my girlfriend's family and having to live with them...
They're so out-of-touch, judgmental, stubborn and rude. It's un-fucking-believable. My girlfriend's grandmother is always ragging on us for not contributing more, not having a better job, my girlfriend's not having a job at all, and I want to strangle her. I want to tell her, 'Look, woman, you have no fucking idea how difficult it is to do all the things you've suggested we do; and yeah, maybe you were able to do it, to land a job that payed well enough to support a family, but that was how long ago? You were a nurse in the fucking 1950s for crying out loud; things have fucking changed since then, sweetheart. So, try walking a mile in my shoes, why don't you? A college degree means fuck-all now, and it's no longer just three people going up for the same job, the three of them sweating bullets in the waiting room with the secretary banging away on her typewriter... It's fucking 30 people going up for the same job now, all of them qualified, all with college degrees. Do you have any idea how fucking impossible this all is? So go on and fuck yourself, woman. Try understanding where we're coming from for just a god-damn second!'
Oh, and everything we do is wrong. My girlfriend's father works hard, he does, and we know that, but the guy does nothing -- nothing -- doesn't wash a dish, doesn't put a dish in the dishwasher even, doesn't do laundry, doesn't do anything, anything, any-thing to help around the house. He has his mother do everything, and she's glad to do it for him because 'I know how hard he works.' So what? There are plenty of people who work just as hard as he does and they do household chores!
My girlfriend's grandmother hates it when we make food after dinner. She hates it, and yells at us all the time for it. Well, her father made some food after dinner and burned the shit out of a pan. He didn't wash it, of course, and when grandma woke up we got fucking yelled at for it! 'What did you guys cook that burned the pan like this?' When we explained to her that it wasn't us, and instead it was her beloved son, she just sort of said, 'oh, well...' and wouldn't apologize for her foot-in-mouth moment.
And when my girlfriend's car broke, the wheel's studs having been sheered off and whatever, I took it upon myself to fix it. I researched the solution, found one that looked very much like it would work, and began working on the car. Well, I got far enough along, but I needed a dremel or a hacksaw of some kind to completely remove the old studs. Her father asked me how I planned on getting the new studs in; I explained that they could be slipped in from behind just by shaving down a fraction of an inch off the head of the new studs. He told me that it was impossible and consulted his mechanic. His mechanic suggested doing it exactly the same way as I planned on doing it. Still, her father would not admit to my being right and took it upon himself to finish the job, taking the whole fucking thing apart and keeping the car jacked up for over a week. The stubborn fucking ass...
So, in short, I hate my girlfriend's family and I don't know what to do about it. I hate them, hate living here, hate their criticism, hate their attitudes, and I'd much rather just live in my car to be honest. The girlfriend won't let me do that though...
Anyone else ever find themselves in a similar situation? Sorry for the rant, but I needed to put it all out there...
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