Dad and I had yet another argument. Ever since I can remember I get pretty nasty cold sores. So Dad's doctor prescibes a pill for me. Well I had one since Wednesday and I been taking a cold sore pill since then. Dad asked if I had taken one today. I really do not need a 2nd parent on my case, one (mom) being on my case is more then enough so I shouted and cursed at him. Which I know isn't apporite for a woman in her 20s but I don't want another parent to be on my case and what is worse is that Dad didn't even noticed the cold sore till Saturday when I had it for like three days by then!
Got back from the group thing in next town and I TRIED to help Dad move a ladder up, but I was loosing my balance on the driveway so the ladder was getting away from me (all I was suppose to be doing was have my foot on the bottom rung). I mean we live near the bottom of a HILL and the driveway is a HILL in itself. Dad shouldn't talk to ME about respecting other people when he can be a brat himself to ME. Why should I help him when he was yelling at me?