:angryrantWHEN DO I GET TO MOVE OUT?:tantrum: (Warning :rant: )
I am trying to resist throwing a full-out tantrum.If you don't want to see my rant there is a side-bar, you can just scroll that back up to the top and imagine that I am talking about spring-time flowers or something.
The conversation started like this:
"You are quiet Rachel, what are you thinking about?"
"Rabbits."
"You are on quite a bunny kick, aren't you?"
"Yeah, and it isn't going away."
She then pretended that she didn't hear me and went into the store (We had to go get some cokes for my grandpa's party)
Later on back at grandparents:
"What is wrong, Rachel?"
" I am planning out a bunny cage"
Bunnies are supposed to be free."
"If they are wild, then yes. But bunnies that are bred to be pets, then need love not to be let loose. What we did to Floppy was animal cruelty, it is that simple."
"Yes, so you don't want any more bunnies right? We have animals that don't get the attention they deserve anyways. You would just get bored of it."
This is off-topic from my bunny argument but I need to rant.I will wind it in, I promise. After that we had another spat because my grandparents are getting rid of a futon and I wanted to trade it for my bed. This is how that one went. This was with my mom again unless stated.
"Has anyone slept on that futon? Is it comfy?"
"We did at your aunts. It was fine for a couch."
(This is my grandma) "Why do you know someone that wants it?"
"Yeah, me. I wanted to trade my bed for one."
"No."
"Why not?"
(Step dad here) "Because."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because is not a reason."
"No, but it is your answer."
(Do you people see what I am dealing with?:banghead The real reason was really because my bedroom furniture is my great-grandmothers and my mom won't let me give it to someone else in the family. It was given to me by a cousin I think. It had been in my grandparents for years and then my mom made me take it, which was fine. But now I want more room and with old-timey vanity, dresser and bed set there is none.)
Somehow, even though I am supposed to have a job already,continue making A's and B's in advanced classes and be driving already,not only can I not pick my own bed, I can't handle 3 pounds of bunny! The thing is I think that I have proven that I have done my research, I have a floor plan, a cage plan, money for the first visit to the vet, and emergency money set back for emergency vet visits already.All she has to say is that bunnies should be wild animals and that we have animals that don't get the attention they deserve (which I know,but my brother swore that he would take care of the dog that I said we should find a new home while it was still a pup, it is his turtle, and my mom told me that I couldn't take any of the cats when I moved out because they are HERS. Maybe I am just angry though, but I feel like that is not really my place even though I still spend time with them and take care of them. It isn't what they deserve but I will tell this story another day.)
All she would have to do would be to say "okay".She won't have to clean up after it, feed it, or even pay for it. She wouldn't even see it (It would have outside time outside and in my room). But that isn't good enough, because she hates it when Caleb buys me anything (he is actually planning to pay for it and then I am secretly planning to pay him back if I can ever get a job that wants me). She feels like that is taking charity from him (he has quite a bit of money set back, he is a smart guy) and she has too much pride for that. Which is stupid. She got really PO'ed when he would buy me food when there was none in the house. I am not too high and mighty to not accept help when I need it. But I am meandering in my points.
The main reason I am angry is that mommy dearest always told me that if I knew what I wanted and really understood then I could do and have anything I wanted. You can't teach a bird to fly hen clip it's wings when it wants to try without you. I know about rabbits, and I know I want one, and the only thing stopping me is four letters. It makes me want to slam my head into a wall. But of course that just means a big boo hoo for me.:boohoo::growl::growl::growl::growl: I am pretty sure it is a matter of her liking to shoot me down....Don't mind me, I am just angry that I have a mother that doesn't believe in logical reason!!! And the only thing I can do is keep trying. If the rant offends or people don't want to see it, let me know and I will do something with it, but I just thought I would share my latest adventure in my path to get a bunny before I move out.
One more time, all together now! :censored2::censored2::censored2:
ullhair::tantrum::banghead RAE
