Rabble, Rabble...

So, the other night I came home around 6:30 in the morning after a great night hanging out with my boyfriend.
My dad asked me if I had come in at 6 and I said yes.
I went to work, as usual, and came home during my break to get some food from my house, and my mom FUCKING SCOLDS ME FOR COMING HOME AT 6:30.

She was all like, "you have a curfew and call when you aren't going to be home by the curfew, yadda yadda yadda."
In my head I was like, "Are you fucking serious?"
This whole situation pissed me off totally.

First off, she never told me or tells me when to be home. I have to call her and ask.
Secondly, my brother doesn't even come home sometimes, and she scolds me for coming in the house at 6:30?! WHAT THE MOTHERFUCKING HELL IS THAT BULLSHIT! He NEVER gets in trouble for it.
Thirdly, I am not a child. My parents treat me as if I'm a 7 year old and need to be protected. I swear that they want me to be sheltered and stay here for the rest of my life.

Sometimes I really hate living in my house. I want to be able to do what I want, and stay out as long as I want.
I am so fucking tired of being chastised for doing the exact same thing my brother does without scolding.
Currently, I have not seen my brother in 3 days and have they said anything about it or tried to contact him?
NOPE.


I rest my motherfucking case.