Jack in the Box? Story

Earlier in the day i had been out with my friends having a great day and just having fun. It was a rare saturday that i wasn't too busy with family stuff or cleaning to spend time with my friends and i was loving it! I came home in a great mood, and on time. I had something important to tell my dad (although looking back now i have no idea what i needed to tell him). He was watching a movie like usual, and he couldn't pause it for one minute so i could tell him something. I'm used to this so it wasn't a big deal, i decided to just go talk to my mom about it until i noticed what he was watching. He was watching one of my movies, with out asking. He goes on and on about respecting other peoples privacy and not getting into their stuff with out asking. He has no idea where i keep my movies in my room, so that means that he had to have looked in a lot of different places while he was looking for them. I keep my movies in the back of a shelf in my closet, they aren't that easy to see because i have clothes in front of them. I don't know how many drawers or things that he went through to find Gladiator.
He had lectured me just yesterday about respecting my little brothers privacy and not going in their rooms when they weren't there. The only reason i was in Rubens room was because i had to check if he had cleaned it or not. He snooped through my things to find a movie. if he would have called i could have told him where they were so he wouldn't have had to go through my things, but he didn't. Him being a hypocrite and snooping through my things upset me.
I took MY movie back, and went into my room which is basically next door to the living room. He stormed into my room after me yelling at me about how rude and unfair i was being. he said i had no reason to take the movie back and i was just being a selfish brat. i could tell that his temper was quickly rising by the look he got in his eye. so i grabbed my little yorkshire dog, purse, and walked out of the house.
i drove around for a few minutes having no clue as to where i wanted to go. i finally ended up at my old elementary play ground. Jingle (my dog) and i went and sat on the playground. I cried and thought of all the other awful things he had said. After i had calmed down then i got back in my car and drove home.
It was pretty late when i got home, and the light in my room was on. I knew it was either my mom, or both of my parents. i was very wary when i walked into the house. when i walked into my room i was astounded. my mom was alone in there, cleaning. after i had left my dad had thrown a fit and had thrown everything in my room and broken almost all of it. there was broken glass, broken bits of ceramics, some of my technology was busted, and a drawer that goes to my antique vanity was broken. i was so glad i had left home and he had taken his anger out on my possesions instead of me.
i had come home because my mom wanted me to, not because i had to. then i had to come home to this. my mom looked at me a little guiltily and sayed she wanted to have more of it cleaned up before i got home. i started cleaning up too, and by this time its almost midnight. my dad came down to my room acting self-righteous. he wanted to talk and discuss about what had happened. after seeing what he had done to my room i did not want to talk to him.
i knew that he would just get angry again if i didn't talk to him, so i just sat there trying not to cry in front of him while he lectured me. he felt better after telling me all of the things i am doing wrong, and all of the things i need to do better, so he went to bed. i still had to clean my room and vacume the carpet very very good so that i could be in my room with out being worried of cutting myself.




whenever i have fun plans or am having a good day, someone in my family ruins it for me. mostly its my dad. why is that?