What did I do? again?

I offer my advice on my mother's kitchen, which has newly painted lime walls. my advice is to change the cupboards, because they ruin it now, being wood and all. wood and lime dont go together. I tell her black would go better with the lime, make it more modern than anything, and that she could just get a very very dark stain for them...
and gord says "Gee, you don't pay weekly do you? Most people who work pay weekly, blablabla, i'm smart because i can stuff my mouth full of chicken and potatoes and sitll talk"

holy shit. I try to help out, and i'm shot down. what the fuck am I SUPPOSED to do? Homework? how do you expect me to be like a little bowl of sunshine with that happening whenever he's home? this is the guy who bitches at me for changing the channel, takes the remote, turns it back... and then goes and Barbeques for an hour with the tv still on inside the house. what the fuck. when did morality and sense become such a fashion No-No? when the hell did hick morons like him get in charge of everything? how can idiot people like that have so much power over your life?

fuck i hate my home. this is why i'm moving, right here. I almost called him an asshole. I can't believe how close I really was to telling him to fuck off in such a calm, almost sarcastic voice.

maybe this is where all that anger is coming from