s**t.
I just came back from a feis- I got 2 firsts. This pretty much quialifies me to get a prizewinner dress.
But as soon as I come home with my trophies, giggling like an idiot on drugs, my father starts ranting about what my two autistic siblings have been doing while we were gone and making my mom and I feel like total s**t.
He completely disregarded the fact that I was carrying three first place trophies and I had previously been grinning and nearly skipping up the walkway. He had to ******** everything up as always.
