:tantrum::banghead:banghead:banghead RANT FOLLOWS...
How did you get your parents to say yes?!?! I am so angry/sad/upset/depressed. I went to the pet store and saw the sweetest smallest bunnies I have ever seen in person. They were mini rex, I knew before I even asked the woman. Me and my mom got into what I have started to call "Bunny Wars" again. Every time she said something about rabbits, I corrected her about it. This turned into a conversation about me wanting a bunny. She used excuses I still don't understand.But it all really boils down to, as much as she swears up and down that she trusts me, it goes just as far as all her other words go. In case you were wondering, that isn't far. I know that I haven't done my share of cleaning(Cleaning is all she cares about...She is a neat freak. Not that there is anything wrong with that, just I am not one. I take after my father in that regard) in the past, but all I can do is try to makeup for it now. (I was pretty rebellious in my earlier teens) It is just so darn depressing. I am fighting to keep the tears at bay, because I know they won't do anything but show her that I am being childish and irresponsible. I am at my wits end. I really am...I know that there maybe no way to convince her I am ready. But it is so hard to hear her bring me down about everything about it, because I am not ready. But I am supposed to be ready for a job, for a license, for high grades, and for college and lots of commitments. I thought an animal of any kind that depends on you is a commitment... If I was under any more pressure I think my ear drums would burst. She said at one point that I am putting my wants in front of reality. I don't know why she says this,other then she doesn't believe that I have done my research and am ready for the responsibility.
So even though she keeps bursting my bubble and refusing to listen to me, I am still taking everything out of my room tomorrow,dusting and vacuuming and rearranging my furniture. Soon after I get a job, I am building a cage. I will keep doing this and if nothing else,doing all the work in my room will make it easier to pack up and leave when I can. I love my family, I truly do (though it may not seem so from all my ranting) but I am ready to be on my own. I know I can do it. I have my doubts some days, but don't we all? Mostly I am excited.
Much love to any and all of you who have continued to put up with me,
RaE