Nghhh

Godsdammit, I don't understand what must a person do around here to be AT LEAST FOR ONE FUCKING TIME greeted at home with at least some sandwiches for breakfast ._. I leave for work at 5.30am, so I don't expect anyone to get up and make me some then, but when I return home, could I PLEASE have some?! D8< Instead, I am met with the eternal ''BOOHOO, YOUR MOTHER DID NOT LEAVE ME ANY MONEY!!!''.
Well, and what, could you explain, can I do about it, hum? D8<

When it's about the brat, then everybody runs and gets her anything she wants to eat and it's prepeared before she arrives at home.

In addition, the fucker has cleared the last sausages I saved for breakfast when I return from work ;n; They cost a lot, so I hope he eats and chokes on them! D8<

You know, a ''loving family'' looks somewhat different. Believe it or not, but people DO wait for others at home with warm dinner ( or, in my case, breakfast ) and they DO at least respect the fact that the package of sausages, tucked away in MY shelf could belong to ME ._.

And in a loving family, there are at least some hugs and cuddle.