The Worlds Worst Birthday

Today I turned 21. It was supposed to be a good, happy day. Instead it was horrible. Early in the afternoon, my father got pissed at me and it ruined everything. He had asked to take a wire brush to some loose paint. I did it. I scraped until no more came off and then I cleaned up after myself. I thought that was that. I went out later to see what he was doing and he started to yell at me because I hadn’t done the job. I had not opened the tool shed to get the materials so I must not have have done anything. I gave my side but I knew better then to engage him in an argument. When he came in after doing the job again, he was super pissed at me for not helping. It’s not my fault he didn’t like the job I had done.

That spoiled the entire day. He was mean and snappy to everyone. No matter how small it was, he would yell at the drop of a hat. When he was around we wouldn’t talk because of the awkwardness he generated. We actually didn’t have dinner on my birthday because he didn’t want to eat with people who didn’t want to talk. My dinner tonight was a pb&j sandwich. How’s that for a birthday? Terrorized like this. The only thing I can think of that I did wrong was that I didn’t stick around to argue with him. That asshole ruined my 21st birthday. I want to hurt him for that. This is the kind of thing that you never forget.

Oh and if that wasn’t enough, none of my friends wished my happy birthday or anything. I heard from 4 people, and only 2 of them were people I had spoken to in the past few years. I didn’t hear from any of my best friends. They really know how to make a guy feel loved. I feel like I should take some sort of drastic action but I don’t know what. I hate my life and most everyone in it.