Every time its my turn to cook I get either mom or dad getting annoyed that I basically make the same things every week (I cook one out of three weeks, so one week of stuff that's done over and over again.).
I get complaints when I do Tacos.
I get complaints when I do sandwiches.
I try something new and it doesn't work out very well (Either something doesn't settle right or the flavors aren't good.) so naturally I go back to what I'm good at and get complaints for it that I should try to make something new.
I haven't had time to go shopping yet, so naturally I can only work with what's in the house, there's not much.
And then mom apologizes, I tell her I'm used to the yelling and she says "If you don't like getting yelled at you don't have to live here." Hey there's number 6 in the you don't need to live here/eviction threat tally.
If I don't live here, where do I go, exactly? Out on the streets? Where its [tornado fang]ing cold and [parasitic bomb] because Winter? Do I get a shitty apartment and live off of ramen forever? Get a halfway decent apartment with some mystery roommate? Mom mentioned craigslist, yeah, that sounds [tornado fang]ing smart, put up a listing for a roommate on craigslist and get a bunch of [tornado fang]ing creepy strangers or mooches answering the request.
I just want to run away at this point. Take the car, whatever money I have, a small bag of clothing, something to sleep in and leave.