I think after all of this time I can honestly say, fuck you. You’re lazy, bitchy, and generally unpleasant to be around. I can’t wait until December when I will be out of this house and out of your negativity. What gets me the most about all of this is that you really don’t even see how much of a bitch you’re being to me and to your husband. I hope you wake up and grow up when I leave, after nineteen years of your constant criticism and general laziness I’m proud to say you’ve given me the patience of a saint and the emotional baggage to last three life times. If it isn’t bad enough that you let my father emotionally scar me in my childhood, now you have to add on top of it.
And to top it all off you can bitch, yell, slam shit, and scream all you like but it’s only making me more and more of an introverted person. When I’m in your presence I feel so alone but the moment you’re out that door and I’m on my own I feel like myself all over again. I hope you see what a fucked up job you did over the years.
Oh and by the way, leaving your daughter to lift heavy objects when she’s already going to the chiropractor to get fixed up is not cool. Get your fat and lazy ass off the couch and take care of your house, don’t pawn it off on me just because, ‘I’m young.’
Hope to never live in your house again, December can’t come fast enough.