Hmm, let’s THINK. He has anxiety and anger at THIS age. You say he has a low frustration level like his father. He once said that if he killed Aunt Kathy and Sam that I would have to move back with you two. SURE, OKAY. LET’S TEACH HIM HOW TO SHOOT A GUN.
I think I really am being selfish about wanting to know what’s going on. If I piss her off, she won’t talk to me. But this will all backfire on me anyway. Just like it always does. Because I’ll send her that letter about not talking about Gary around me and she’ll say, “But you act fine when I bring him up!” =o
I should have just looked her in the eye and said, “And you’re telling me this why?” Because I really don’t care. But I feel like I need to know because you don’t know WHAT THE FUCK you’re doing.
God, you’re so stupid. You have no fucking passion in you at all.
Oh, nurse, she needs my support about a bad decision SHE made? Oh, Nick, she needs me to take care of her? Oh, Nana, she needs me to help her because she’s stressed about the life SHE made for herself?
Oh, okay. Because she totally can’t step up and own her mistakes. And she can’t take care of herself or GOD FORBID LEARN HOW TO TAKE CARE OF HERSELF. And we all know she’s too STRESSED to actually be a decent mother and give me what I ACTUALLY need. But sure, let me vaccuum and do the dishes and the laundry and kiss her fucking feet. Because maybe, just maybe, this time it’ll make a difference.
FUCK. OFF. ALL OF YOU.
Please, bitch. Your track record speaks for itself.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Sincerely,
Your Daughter
I don’t want a thank you for cleaning, for cooking, for watching him. I would appreciate a thank you for putting up with you, though.
