My parents are so overly prideful to where it hurts them and me collaterally.

Nothing I love more than my dad yelling up a storm about how he’s so tired from working and he wakes up early stays late etc. And he works weekends, too. But it’s all his choice. He misses out on important celebrations and events to work and sometimes not even more a lot of money.

His birthday was last month. We were going to take him out to dinner and I was willing to pay for it all. His choice, anywhere he wants to eat. He ended up flaking to do a job. He came home late and started yelling at everyone for a tiny thing because he’s so tired and “this is what he gets for his birthday.” Like it could’ve been basically a $300 grand meal that he gets for free but no he had to work.

I pay rent since I started working early this year. $400. I said “if you’re so tired if you’re so busy then I can pay $1000 a month instead so you can work less and rest more.” He got so offended and started yelling about how I got this nice paying job and now I don’t know the value of money like he does, and that I’m not hardworking like he is.

Every week it’s the same spiel. I work from home so my work doesn’t count. He doesn’t mind barging into my room to yell and I’ll get off work and he’ll be mad because I couldn’t clean the house or something. Speaking of which I offered to hire a cleaner since he spends hours cleaning every week. He said that was embarrassing and was insulted that I even asked.

I tried everything I could at my ripe age of 23 to help this fucking idiot but it seems he wants to stay miserable and blame it on everyone else. I haven’t moved out yet because while I was about to a few months ago my company had layoffs, and I only started last year so if I get laid off I won’t have enough savings for finishing an apartment lease while unemployed.