Venting~ read if you want to bored to death.

So today my entire family went to watch my brother play football at an away game. It was about a two hour drive and we all crammed in my tiny car, not to mention we took the freaking dog. I hate dogs. They smell and are loud and dirty and we never get along. But that isn't even the point I'm trying to make. good lord I'm getting sidetracked. 

So we take this long drive through windy roads from one point in the middle of nowhere to another point in the middle of nowhere to watch out team get trampled into the ground...again. But in their defense they have never had a good coach and don't know what they are doing. plus they are tiny. like short stick men. And we take more time driving than we do watching the game.

This seems like a normal story, but shut up and wait okay. The last three years while I was playing volleyball and going to state fuking playoffs my parents..no mom, went to three away games. My dad was busy watching my brother stand on the sidelines of a field while his team played. the rest of the time and even home games my mother would miss as well because my dear brother had fuking practice or a game. FOR MIDDLE SCHOOL FOOTBALL.

jesus christ people. I just wanted some damn support. and when I brought it up on the drive home(like it matters now since I'm graduated) They went all, "oh your brother is our lst child, he needs support. we just want to support their poor team that never wins anything." And I just want to know, where were they my sophomore and junior years when we had a boss team fighting for state champs. or the next year when our coach left and we and lost every ing game? Every game I cried because I tried my hardest and no one cared. I had bruises and floor burns everywhere. even a black eye from diving on the floor to try and save our last point. but did they ever show up? no. ever even ask me how my damn game went when I got home? no.

but here they are, asking for time off work to drive all over to watch my brother.

And please don't get me wrong. I love my little brother, I would die for him, he is the most important person in my life. But what makes this fair?

I shouldn't even care about this right now because I will never play volleyball again.

but that's just it. I will never get the chance to hug my mom and use her shoulder to cry on after losing 15 straight games.

okay I'm done now.

jfc did you really read all that bull?