Moments that make me so, so angry

I hate my extended family. I do. I'm so angry at them so much that I want to cry right now. It's 10 in the morning. My stupid, inconsiderate grandparents are on their way over to see my father who just got home from the hospital last night. They had the audacity to call at 9am, when I had JUST gotten home, when mom and my sister weren't even home, to say they were coming over. How dare they. He shouldn't even be AWAKE, much less bombarded with visitors this early.

I hate them so much. They're so fucking inconsiderate to our family's problems. If they gave even one iota of a fuck about my father's health they would let him have some peace. He hasn't even been home for 12 hours yet.

I wish they had never moved here. They never think about my dad or even the rest of our family. They never help us out, they only add to the stress that we're going through.

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Friend: Not to defend them or anything, but you do have to remember that he's your dad--but he's also their son. Perhaps they were just as worried about him as you were, and they just show it this way? Not saying it's appropriate by any stretch of the means to just show up like but there's two sides to every story, you know? Then again if they didn't visit him in the hospital but suddenly want to OMGBEOVERFOREVER all of the sudden when he's at home then that's another story entirely...

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Me: I know, but the thing is when they visit they don't do anything to help. At least Brian (his bro) helped with the yard work and offers to help us out with anything else--even if we refuse he at least throws it out there. My grandparents come over and expect to be waited on. They don't offer to help, don't offer to get us dinner or help cook, don't offer to drive him to doctor appointments when mom is working and I have to miss class, don't offer to come over and keep dad company in the mornings when mom's at work and Jess + I are in class. They don't help at all.

When he was in the hospital my granddad would sit in a chair and pout because all of our attention was on Dad. He wouldn't talk to anyone and he'd bitch about how hungry he was and when they were going to leave, or he'd just fall asleep.

It isn't even just now--it's every time our family has had an emergency. When my mom had her hysterectomy (I was in high school at the time and had to stay late at clinics during my rotations) my grandparents came over and still expected her to cook dinner for them. When Nana had cancer (and then when she passed) all grandpa did was try to say how much worse he had it than Nana and try to take the sympathy away from Mom and put it onto him.

I know he's their son and all but they don't even try to help us out or help him out.

Sorry for the rant.