First off, I'm not a bad person, if you don't like who I am, you should have raised me different. I'm not as useless, lazy, or fat as you say I am. I don't have a degree, but at least I finished high school.
I'm not stupid. I have ambitions. I have dreams. Stop crushing them.
Don't make promises you can't keep. Don't tell me you'll pay for my education and then turn around and say that I can't expect you to pay my education.
Don't push me into doing something that I don't want to do.
Stop moaning. I am very talkative and love talking, and for some reason it always turns into a fight with you.
I have a crappy job, but I love what I do. I have responsibility, and people that look up to me. Its rewarding.
I am not a charity case.
You are not a god.
You are not God's gift to mankind.
You keep telling me that by my age you were married and bought your first house. Well, the bitch left you because she didn't love you, and she's still stalking you, and her one night stand love child thinks you're his dad.
We were both brought up in a poor house. Our parents are dysfunctional. We're both selfish. And we don't like each other very much.
Thank you for all that you've done for me.
You beat me black and blue when I was 16. You hit me against a gate when I was six, making me wet myself, because I couldn't get the key into the hole. I got South African colors in Tae-Kwondo, you never saw me spar in 3 years. The only time you saw me play field hokey was when you we're early to pick me up.
I couldn't become a Police Officer because there were too many black people. I couldn't become a lawyer because I wasn't good enough and I wouldn't get a job. I couldn't become an interior designer because you wouldn't pay for that crap. Now you chose that I would either become a teacher or a nurse. My IQ is probably higher than yours, and just to prove it, I will study for 6 years, move out of the house if you don't like my decision, and pay of the loans with your estate.
Oh, the contradictions in your remarks are beyond obvious. I can't be a Police Officer, but I can be a teacher at a black school, because according to you, that's the only place I can work. Telling me to follow my dreams, crushing them, and then giving me two choices... Are you bipolar?
I actually hope you stumble upon my blog (not that you know how the Internet works), just so you can see what you're doing to me. You are the reason I am this self-destructive, you never built me up enough for me to have a good self image.
I went to psychologists every time you had a problem with me. I had to change myself into a little "Yes Dad, Yes Dad" person or you to like me.
I never grew enough to know myself, so, I had to do it without your modifications. I went to the USA, and I grew. And I swear to God, I will leave without saying good-bye. I am so sick of your pretentious bull crap, that I really don't give a flying fuck anymore.
I'll run away, at 25, because I am still your child, and I'm not allowed to make my own choices, and leave and never come back.
Then you can clear your own dishes from the table, make your own coffee, shout at someone else to bring your cell phone, and not worry about me.
Apparently that's all you do, is worry about me.
You should.
I'm mental. You're mental.
I might just become awesome at doing something horrible.
But at the end of the day, your happiness is all that matters to me. I mean, my life is about you, right? I'm supposed to do everything for you, because you are my number one. You are what I live for, breathe for, oh wait... Scratch that...
No.
My life is about me. I will do whatever the hell I want. If I make mistakes, it's my fault, not yours, and not your imaginary friend in heaven either.
Let me go now, and stop treating your wife, my mother, like shit. Have some decency and respect for once. You're not just destroying me. Love isn't the only thing that keeps relationships going.
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