I've had a bad family and a good family.  I have basically had two lives.  I forget how good my life is now, until I see someone else's....

Let me explain.

My boyfriend, Brendan, his family isn't close.   They don't really talk to each other, except for his parents to order him around.  I feel so bad for him.  He works all day, 9 hours, almost everyday, and then comes home for his parents to tell him to do about 2908395803598 other things.  He doesn't deserve it, he really doesn't.

Today I was at his house.  His parents had just got a new satellite reciever  (they already have one downstairs but they wanted one for the upstairs television) and they were hooking it up.   After Brendan figuring out how to hook it up, after his mom ragging on him too, he was just glad to sit down and watch it.  He didn't have a music channel on his downstairs receiver for months and months, but it was on the newly hooked up receiver upstairs so he was totally stoked :)  I was really happy for him, UNTIL

His dad comes home.  Doesn't say hello to Brendan.  Doesn't say a word.  Then he says "You're not allowed to watch the satellite upstairs"  in a tone like Brendan is such a fucking dumbass and doesn't know anything.  Even when Brendan was the one that set it up.  Brendan was the one that did all the work around the house. 

I wanted to slap his dad.   I stared at him, like .. are you serious?

Then his dad informed us that he unhooked the satellite downstairs.  So, the way I understood this information was  :   Brendan isn't allowed to watch tv at all, as there is no tv downstairs anymore and his dad said he isn't allowed to watch it upstairs.

I can't wait until I live with him, even if he is gone alot.  I want to give him a better life than what he has now .  he doesn't deserve that.