I've kept it clean, but now it's high time for every dirty, awful word, You've had your chance to make your peace, but now I'm gonna be sure this hurts, this is shock, this is awe, this is war.
You FAIL as a parent.
I JUST went to therapy last night.
I JUST told you I was pissed off!
I JUST went upstairs!
I asked you to bring me something, hoping you'd see I'd been crying, but nope. You didn't say anything.
I don't know why I expected you to. You never ask how I'm feeling, and when I tell you without you asking, you don't care enough to ask why.
Do you want to know why I'm upset?
Well, here, I'll tell you anyway.
You let Bethany have WHATEVER she wants. No consequence. If she gets in trouble, she runs to Grandma, and you stop her punishment.
I'm sorry, she's 21, still lives at home, and she treats me like shit.
She get's new, expensive phones all the time because she's too stupid to take care of it. I have a shit phone that I never wanted in the first place.
She runs around with her boyfriend all the time, doesn't do her schoolwork, and makes stupid decisions that will only help her.
I can't remember the last time I did something for myself.
I'm told my decisions are stupid.
I'm told what I want DOESN'T MATTER.
I've been telling you for a week that I ran out of conditioner. I'm almost out of shampoo.
Nothing has changed. I'm still out of conditioner, I barely have shampoo.
I ran out of my body wash that calms me down and helps me sleep. That's the first thing I've directly asked for in a long time. And "it's too expensive" so I'm left with nothing.
Can my boyfriend come over? Nope. Not until my room is clean. He isn't even allowed upstairs.
Can Bethany's boyfriend come over? Sure. Whatever. Anytime.
Good for her.
I'm sick of being treated like shit, and I want to be let out of this hell.
