Parents

So I was browsing the web, I have the radio playing and a fan running next to me. I got called for dinner (or so I'm told) and I didn't hear them. I was supposedly called again, still didnt hear anything. Called a third time, and I heard this time. I go downstairs and my father immediately starts yelling at me. After he stopped yelling, I told him he didn't need to take his anger with my older brother (also his namesake, and has down syndrome) out on me. He said it wasn't (still call bullshit) and I go over to get something eat. Thinking I'd be nice, I tried to get my mother to go before me to get food. This resulted in her telling me to go, so I started to get food. My dad starts yelling at me for being disrespectful and comes at me (physically). Now, he has me by 50+ pounds and he's coming at me swinging. I decide I've had enough of his idea of punishment, and we start physically fighting. It goes on and I hold back, but he's going all out. We bounce around the kitchen and I end up being choked on the floor. He spits all over me yelling that he's sick and tired of disrespect and bullshit in the house (he's the only disrespectful one, and when he gets mad best watch out). My mom yells at him to stop (and was the entire time), my brother is in another room crying, and my sister is freaking out about it. When he finally lets me up (I wasn't fighting back at all at this point), I stormed outside to get some fresh air.

FUCK PARENTS...