Dad bringing home junk from friend's place causing mental break down for me
So back in April my Dad's friend (we will call him "Mr. Knight")- died. So because my dad is the legal executor for Mr., Knight's place my dad has been working at his place for months. A result of this is that Dad and sometimes my sister Luna brings back a bunch of junk from Mr. Knight's place. This has caused a problem because the kitchen was small enough before but with all the crap (mostly books) that Dad has brought home from Mr. Knight's place -it means I can't get pass the fridge in either direction if it is open until whomever is in the fridge is done in the fridge.
Dad did his normal Monday job going to Knight's house today on Tuesday and the first thing I discovered when I went back in the kitchen? An end table smacked in my pathway to and from the dinning room or anywhere else that's on the other side of the fridge!
So the outline around the table is where the rest of the junk is and the X is where the end table was
So I had a fight with my parents and Mom even called me a brat. Also said I was acting like I was two years old But come on, I'm just fed up with the junk Dad brings home from Knight's place.
And I haven't been able to work on my puzzle I started in the living room also due to the amount of junk Dad brought home from Knight's place.
Mom also said I should have waited to see if the table was still there when I needed to pour drinks at supper time but when I can already not even by pass the fridge when the fridge is open.. how can I bypass a table that's in the same spot that Dad likes to always stand despite the fact knowing I'm coming out with items from the table?!!
How the heck am I suppose to have "self-care" when Dad keeps bringing home junk? If dad needs to fix "junk" why can't he take his stupid tools and do the job at knight's place instead of bringing junk home?
I'm even more fed up. I mean can Dad think of anyone else but his *bacon* self? I mean how about he try to feel how I feel about the fact he's making an already small *** kitchen even smaller if Mom doesn't put her *** foot down soon the only way Mom and I will be able to get to the dinning room or the TV is by climbing over or making a tunnel through the junk he brings home. First it was just clutter items and paintings but now its cleaning supplies and pots and pans. I'm at the point where I want to start calling storage places so Dad has someplace else to put the crap without cluttering up the kitchen!!!
and what's worse is my parents when I was complaing told me to either a)"Shut up" or b)"If I don't like it here I can leave". But since I never been on my own and I have no place to go?
update: The junk in the kitchen =wound on my leg
I was making supper tonight and during the making of supper I had to squeezed by a box of junk but it apparently a rough box because I scrapped my leg twice in the same area. So after supper Mom had to put some oinment on and 2 band-aids due to how long the boo-boo is
So due to what happened on Friday (if you're on Sharing Circle between 7pm-midnight you're probably aware) so that my sister throw all 5 dogs -2 adult dogs and 3 puppies all at her friend and went to the hospital and was with Dad until he was released at 3am
So Luna's presumably staying until Monday of next week when Dad can have the staples removed from his head. So today Luna and Dad went to Dad's late friend's place and then afterwards went to Luna's place and then after that they picked up the brood of dogs and brought them back to this house.
So because of it- our already crowded kitchen is going to be even more crowded until whenever Luna *bacon* leaves.
@Disneywoman Very sorry you are having a frustrating time with your folks.
