Posted by Anonymous on 2013/04/09 under Uncategorized I’m so tired of being fought every step of the way. You say I don’t care about you, but when was the last time you cared about anything- good or bad going on in my life. I come home and say hi, you don’t even respond. I tell you something important and then when I give a follow up you say you don’t know what i’m talking about. I say “I got A’s on both my tests today.” “That’s good now shhh I’m listening to this.” Wtf? And then you have the nerve to tell me I choose my friends over you. Yes, I do. They don’t judge me like you do, and you hate every person I value for one reason or another. You’ve known my friends for 18 years, since we were little kids and you think they are going to rob the house? Wtf? Everyone at work hates you? Your other daughter hates you? You’re left out of everything? It’s because you’re a f***ing wrecking ball. You want all our attention, seeing us grow up and become adults with friends and lives doesn’t make you happy. You don’t hesitate to start yelling because my sister called me that day and not you. You’re f***ing whacked, who does that? Shouldn’t you be happy that your kids are friends? I need to move out so bad because I’m on the verge of punching you in the face after being brow beaten out of the blue. You’re so hostile, the only way I can not be so bothered by it is by getting stoned, so it seems kind of funny instead of depressing to be yelled at about things that happened to you at work and I have no control over. Or even more depressing is being ignored. It drives me crazy. I’m an adult. We are supposed to get along, but you hate me. And it’s not because I still live at home. Every time I’ve been ready to move you convince me to stay. I’m stupid though. You blame me for every dust particle that settles, i’m the ONLY one who cleans this house. You do dishes..good for you. I buy groceries, and do most of the cooking, I buy all the cleaning supplies, scented candles, laundry detergent and softener, I’m constantly folding clothes left in the dryer. God forbid mine are done drying before I wake up because they just get thrown on the floor next to the litter box.I would do the same, but I’m not an a******. Any time you guys say you need money I give it to you. I work and go to school full time, deal with a crazy ass mom, and A chronic disease that is triggered by stress. So f*** you, you have no life. You alienate everyone who cares about you. You used to be my savior and shoulder to lean on and laugh and shop with. Now you’re a s***ty
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Now you’re just a s***ty excuse for what you used to be to me.