I love psychological torture. I love my parents always obvlious to the neds of others who insist on watching movies at full volumn during the day. I love how they refuse to turn it down. I love their stupidity that a cheap door and the fact someone should be asleep means that you shouldn't hear it. I love their moronicness. I love it when you ask them to turn it down they turn it back up. I love their stupidy when they know someone in the house works 3rd shifts and has to sleep nights. I love the years of psychological torture they put me through by keeping the tv too loud when I sleep. Did I mention I Love it and there is nothing I can do about it? Because I'm the pathetic wretch who had to live with them instead of being homeless.
elan:
I think they do it *because* you work. Maybe subconciously, but I think thats why. Seriously. From everything you've told me they are just intent on keeping you reliant on them. And you working is a start at you being independant. Oh what would they do if you weren't under their thumb?