why do my parents do these things?

so i go out to buy my dad medicine for his allergies, a specific type that he wants but does not know the name to, nor does he know what the box looks like. all he knows is that it was a brand put forth by walgreens and that it should cost no more than four dollars for three hundred or so pills. so i go and ask the pharmacist if such an allergy pill exists, she claims that it is not possible to buy anything over a hundred pills over the counter. that's fine then, i'll look on the rack outside to see if there is anything that comes close to what my dad is looking for. found the walgreens brand section, but am a little skeptical to how well it works, so i buy the most expensive one (which is still only five bucks) that seems to have the most fighting power. bring it home to my dad and head into my room. two minutes later, dad knocks on the door:

"so i take two pills every two hours?"

"no, you take two pills every four hours."

"what!!!! two pills every four hours?!?!? isn't that excessive? why do i have to take so many? (accusatory tone, like i bought the wrong brand purposefully to make his life more miserable) i should only have to take one for every eight hours!"

"(inquisitive look) did you want me to go back and get you another box? what would you like me to do about that?"

"no, i'm just asking, that's all... how much was the medicine?"

"around five dollars"

"what?!?!?! five dollars???? how can it be so expensive?!?!? (degrading tone, as if i was too stupid to know what medicine costs)

(glare from me as i close the door on him)


is it actually possible to do something without being criticized for? what is the point of that conversation? do they actually know that they're making me feel bad? what the heck? i'm sure they would never want to hurt my feelings on purpose, but what was the point for saying something like that? what?!?!?! this is the reason i don't like doing things for them. why does it bother me so much?

nothing ever seems to be enough... i feel like crying.


i know that you don't want to argue
i know that you are tired
i know that you had a rough day
i don't want to trouble you with what i have to say
i'm known to rant about them for hours on end
i am known to have beautiful days only to have it turned into a day i'm ready to take own my life because of them
it only takes one word from them
one sound... and i can be down