Note.

Today after lunch, I was washing my plate.

I always take 1 minute to wash my plate.

I’m always minding my own business.

I hardly speak to father.

We barely speak because every time we speak it turns into conflict.

So I maintain a healthy boundary and distance.

I don’t speak much to mom either.

Other than regular everyday stuff.

This is how I have been maintaining peace at home.

So yeah.

Today when I was washing my plate.

Father stood behind me and started fuming in rage.

He said, “Can stop wasting water”.

I said politely, “Please can you go from here”.

I repeated it 3 times.

But he stood rooted behind me and stared at me in rage.

So instead of 1 minute, the task of washing the plate extended to 5 minutes.

The water was on the entire time.

He kept fuming in rage.

I repeated politely, “Please don’t speak to me” 3 times.

He came next to me in anger and said, “who wants to speak to you.”

I kept the plate aside and walked away.

Mom had gone downstairs with my neice. She suddenly came running and acted as a mediator.

I explained to mom that I’m a grown ass adult who is 34 years old.

I fucking know how to wash my plate.

I know how to save water.

Something that would have taken me 1 minute to wash took me 5 minutes because of father’s unnecessary intervention and rage.

The water was on for 5 minutes because of him.

I shouted in general couple of times which was meant to be directed at father.

I’m feeling shitty ever since.