Sunday Night.. later

So I did all this cleaning, dished fridge garbage etc. Then fucking step dad comes upstairs opens the fridge and says “what happened here” (because the fridge is empty practically) I say that I cleaned it out. He takes out some raw meat, not really sure why seeing how I know he wont cook it at this time, put it on the table, eats something off the table, put the ham back in the fridge. Then picks up the recycling that I put by the door to be put outside, after all that I’ve done I’m the one saying thank you to him. He comes back inside then starts bitching that I’m cleaning and I don’t “take part in this house hold.” I stay at my dad’s 3 nights a week out of 7. For school!! It’s not like I’m sitting on my ass every fucking night, drinking and watching porn. I LIVE here, I’ve been living here for 18 + years, longer than he ever has, I’ve done more for and in this has than he ever has or will. He’s bitching at me, “what’s your problem” apparently I’m his problem. He’s taking all the old shit up from the fridge downstairs when he was just bitching at me cause I cleaned out the fridge upstairs! He’s a fucking drunk and needs fucking help. Like FUCK get a life and get out of mine.