And I'm his only child. My dad stayed at home to raise me. He's a great guy... but sometimes I just get SO frustrated with him. I'm back living at home after university. I was offered a job here.. so it just made sense. Live at home, make money, save money.

However, this means that now - after living 4 years on my own - semi-establishing my independence.. I now have to deal with my parents again. *sigh*

I love them. I really do. But sometimes they make me so damn frustrated.

I am 22, my dad is 71 and my mom is 65 (and she hasn't retired yet!).

I see them, and they seem pretty stuck in their ways. My dad is super stingey. Didn't even want to get our toilet fixed even though you need a plunger to flush it. Wouldn't even go to the store until finally I just flipped out and said WE NEED OUR G*DDAMN TOILET TO FLUSH F*%&! etc etc and he went to the store. His first resort was going to be to call the plumber and spend hundreds of dollars to get it fixed. Which is why he kept procrastinating it and never doing anything about it. Which is WHY i suggested buying the septic tank friendly cleaner to try that first. but he still didn't do it.

I don't like being the bully. I don't want to bully them into getting rid of stuff. It's just... I'm lost in this situation. I know positive reinforcement is the best kind to get people into action.. but I think I'm just too close to this situation to see it clearly.

Every time I try to improve something... I just end up getting frustrated and flipping the hell out because I just don't understand/can't comprehend how they live this way.

Example... our living room is basically like a living library... without the shelves. We have books on our coffee table so much so.. that the lamp had to go on top of it. There's books under the piano bench, on top of the piano bench, lining the walls, our book shelves are over flowed.

The one day, I tried to clean the living room up a bit, I put a couple of books that I thought should be thrown away into the box.
My mother gets home that day and she brings in two more boxes.

I just. I'm like. wtf. so I flip out saying *$^&%&$ why do we have so many books! they're useless! You could sit down and read for an entire life time and not have enough time to read all of them! She cried... but then agreed with me (my moms emotional.. she'll cry at anything.. I'm practically immune to it - I don't want to sound like a ******. If you knew my mom, you'd agree).



ANYWAYS. Help. how... how do I deal with this? Any suggestions?

Im just trying to get them to see that they can live their lives vitally! They may be older, but it's no excuse to give up.