I hate my family. I hate them. Most if not all. Sometimes they’re good and other times they’re all just horrible! I have a baby goat and she’s not the type to survive outside long. She’s super sweet, dependent and clingy to me, and doesn’t play or interact with other goats. She’s very lazy and just loves to sleep and cuddle. My uncle being the effing ashole (censoring myself so this won’t get flagged) he is made a comment about me putting the pizza I was making for myself and my cousin (NOT him) on the pan in the oven and not the rack and just kept badgering about it (it’s literally not a big deal) ruining my mood. Well he didn’t want my baby goat on the couch so I kept putting her down on the floor. The pizza was ready to be taken out so I got up (my goat was on the floor) and walked into the kitchen to take it out. My uncle walks out of the kitchen past the couch in the living room and starts raving saying she’s on the couch peeing. My aunt starts screaming at me too saying it’s my fault and to put her outside permanently (she screams when she’s away from me and it’s breaking my heart) and that I should’ve had control of the situation. So they’re yelling at me to check the spot and I start yelling back saying I saw nothing on there and she started yelling at me accusing me of calling him a liar to which I yell that I never said that. So then they’re both yelling at me and yelling at each other. I hate this. I hate my family. All of them. She was so good! So prefect and sweet and she needs me! And I’m crying as I type this. My aunt wants me to never leave and the thought makes me not want to live because I can’t live like this
