Ugh, sorry guys. I got back from a holiday break and didn't even bother to say hello. But... I just was too pissed yesterday, and couldn't be assed about the detail right now. I even had difficulty to talk. Now I'm a bit more sane.
We were coming back home yesterday. As I wrote previously, the rats were coming and stayed all six days with us, as I had no one to ask for taking care of them. My parents wanted to stop by in two spots on our way, so I agreed, on condition that the ratties would have enough fresh air in the car and it would be parked in a cool, shadowy place. We were absent for about an hour and left the windows slightly open for them , but when we came back, I realized that the weather has changed - it became hotter and the angle of the sun made the shadow disappear. When I rushed back to the car, I was terrified to find out that the boys are half-conscious, especially Kiwi's condition was fatal. I was waking them up and giving them water for about 20 minutes. Feel free to flame me about it, but there was nothing I could do. We were off for a 1-hour long guided trip and taking rats with us was impossible. I was worried all the way along but my dad is a choleric temper and bothering him [since he enjoyed the walk] would end up badly also for me. It did anyway, but let's move on now. When mother and me were bringing the babies back to the condition, father walked off somewhere and returned when they were back to normal, so he didn't see their tragic condition earlier. That moment, he already seemed to be somewhat offended about something.
Our holiday was in the region where father was born and raised, so our next stop was supposed to be that particular place. I was curious to see everything there from the start, but I was worried, that another leaving the rats in the car like this would be too much and they could not survive it. Meanwhile father got angry about some thing he talked with mother about and asked me if I wanted to go there, but his voice already sounded as if I killed someone important to him, so I knew that it doesn't bring any good. All I did was asking if we could take the boys with us, because I'm worried sick about them. And then it began. He started to say that the rats are more important to me than him, then my mother started to defend my right, but then he actually exploded with anger and blew up me and mom in the same way. I heard that we were no more than tired all that time we were out and it goes especially for me, that I'm a vulgar ignorant who doesn't give a shit about him, that my egocentrism has reached the border, and that everytime he does something, I find it unfitting me. Thus, even when we returned home, he acted mighty offended and didn't talk to me for the rest of the day.
Eh, wtf? I mean, śeriously? How big was the percent of MY vulgar ignorance here? I knew that whatever wouldn't I say right then, it would be wrong, attacked and turned out against me. Though, the fact that I got blown up because I tried to care about my ratties didn't hurt me that much. All the time we were away, I did what I could to behave the best, so any part of my family could consider me fine and not have to complain about me. Bah, they even said I'm overly calm. And at the last day, I get to hear, that I'm ALWAYS the one who destroys ANY plans and ALWAYS have my 'but' for EVERYTHING he planned. All six fucking days he hadn't heard any single complain from me. I loved the canoe trip, the sights and environment were amazing, the family turned out to be very nice, I was glad that I met the cousins I didn't know earlier. The only thing I was concerned about was two bee nests inside our hut's wall and a hornet nest 100 metres farther, and I'm allergic to bug poison. Only that thing. And him? He had five days to visit the friggin birthplace while the ratties were safe and sound at our home. But he preferred to drink vodka with the rest of family, and complain about them arguing. And of course, who's responsible for ruining his plans anyway? Who's the evil? I'll let you guess.