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My desk/comp chair I've had for 5ish years. It's a lil wrecked and has been missing one arm rest for 2yrs. Dad offered to buy me a new one. He told me to go to the Staples and look at the chairs on sale. So I did. I was sick and wanted to go straight home but I stopped and spent a good HOUR sitting in every chair and choosing which one would be the best. After all, I spend a lot of time in my chair. Finally I found the ONE and told my dad.

He just came home with the chair, and started putting it together. Half way through, he decides to mention it's NOT the one I chose. Cause it wasn't on sale anymore. He said this one was comfier, and put it together and said there you go and that was it. Well it's too high for my desk, it doesn't lean back. It's comfy, yeah, for sure, but. I can't cross my legs, can't lean the chair back and I'm honestly really pissed off at this point that I spent so much time picking the perfect chair for him to just chose it himself and put it together without even asking if I wanted it.

This is the stupides lil thing right? So why do I feel so shitty right now. I think I just have wayy too much going on right now, and this was the push I needed to bring all the emotions I been putting aside back to the surface.

I dunno how to tell him that I prefer my ratty old crooked broken chair. After he spent all that time putting it together. But he ALWAYS pulls s**t like this. Like once he mentioned corner shelves and I was like, yeah, thad be cool and I came home and there were shelves in my room. Like I know he's always trying to be nice but he never allows me to make any decisions. It's like HERE now be grateful