Has it ever occurred to you, 'rishtedaar that I have to tolerate', that I do all this to avoid you cause you kinda make my life a FREAKING HELL?!
But, NO. I'm always the one who's wrong. Not them, the little saintly angels from the Heavens above. Its always Maryam who's wrong, the bad little girl who is oh-so-anti-social.
I hate that they stand on my head whenever I have to use the computer, I hate that they read every single thing I have open aloud, I hate that they read my freaking conversations with my friends for God's sake, aloud. I HATE that I have to give up my personal space to a 10 year old boy who treats us as if we're born to be his slaves and do his bidding and no-one fucking seems to fucking care.
She opens up my cupboard and stuffs all her things inside completely disregarding the fact that this is not her own place. She could maybe ASK for some space, not just thrust her things inside, dislodging mine and acting as if she owns the whole fucking place. I hate their presumptuous, arrogant attitude I wish I had one chance, just ONE to tell her what I actually think of her, her slimy little son and her shit of a husband.
And. I hate it when they come over unannounced and expect to be served immediately, strutting around with their noses up in the air. Superiority complex at its peak, I'm telling you.
I kid you not. These are not exaggerations, I kid you not.