How do you do an angry smiley?

Fuck Dave. Fuck him to hell.

So, with an extreme over-confidence in my overwhelmingly easy and relaxed family life, I left that battle of bourbon sitting out on my bedside table, just chilling. For a few days, Dave just looked at it and didn't do anything, he didn't seem to care. I come home today, and it's gone. Where did it go? Dave comes home, and I ask him. He tells me it's in the cupboard. I ask him why. He tells me he doesn't want me to have it. He then gives a speech about how I shouldn't be keeping alcohol here, let alone spirits.

Okay, I get it, he's concerned. But it pisses me off. Why do parents have to be concerned? Nothing wrong is going to happen. Can't they learn to trust their kids just a bit?

And yes, I know, it's pretty much my fault for being over-confident and assuming Dave would be as chill about everything as Mum was pretty stupid of me.

But the point is, that's MY bourbon. And I WANT it!