I'm fed up of always been fucking criticised by him, it's not fucking fair, I'm allowed to have fucking things on my mind from time to time; and I'm sorry if it's not fucking convenient, but such is life... I'm worried about my father, and my family in general, I'm not feeling particularly great within myself, and the last thing I fucking need is to be fucking criticised and to have sarky remarks thrown my way. Fuck off. I know he's under a lot of stress as well, but this a relationship, and you're supposed to be there to support each other. I don't fucking know. Everytime I think things are beginning to pick up, he does this and reminds me that things aren't fucking great, and just makes me question our whole relationship. It may be a little thing as telling me to fuck off, but in the grand fucking picture it just gets to me, because I just see it as I can't even ask him "do you want to go to bed" anymore...

And now we've got fucking mites, and it literally makes my skin crawl and the thought of it, and I'm sorry, but maybe if he got off his ass and swept the bedroom once in a while and didn't leave the rest of the house up to me, we might not have this problem. I feel sick at the thought of it.

I just want to burst into tears and curl up in a ball.