I hate how difficult you make things for this family sometimes.
Just because it was your birthday last night gives you no right to treat my mother and grandmother like you did this morning.
It was your choice to get drunk and do whatever the hell else you did, they shouldn't have to suffer for your choices.
You've upset everyone, and made a disgusting mess of the house.
Are you proud?
How dare you call my mother that.
When Dad get's home, and he sees that hallway and hears what you did this morning it will be war...and this is entirely your fault.
Why are you such a self-absorbed, asshole?
Why can't you see that you're at the end of your rope and are so close to getting kicked out?
Do you even care?