I know I just got back from a solid month dicking around Europe. I should be a happy camper for getting some rest in familiar territory in my own bed, but the arrival just sorta stung a bit.
The moment my dad saw us at the airport he immideately started to grill us. Asking if we wore such shoddy clothes to various places, asking if we did something we happened to do at that moment all the time. Demanding that we don't do such actions all the time over there(I know time paradox, it my dad ignore it). Then he started to ask a bunch of questions about how our stay was, completely ignoring our answers and starting on some conversation he wanted to talk about. Its like he knew that all my resentments about him had faded with this amazing time and had to dig them back in again.
I know he is tired and overworked and doesn't eat enough during a work day(Amounting to only a salad during the day and a fruit or two at night), and while this doesn't give him an excuse to shit on us its a situation I can relate to and understand how difficult things are.
My mother was also drilling in the things I resent about her, the home was a mess from construction work my father didn't manage to finish over the course of the month and now I have to deal with some class junk that screwed up.
Welcome fucking home I guess.