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Well, my parents finally responded. And so will I. One of the things my mom said was this, "you totally fail to understand how much we have and do sacrifice and give for you." That is completely not true. I've told you countless times how much I realize and appreciate everything you've given for me. And I still feel that way, and I always will! I think you missed the point of my post. All I was saying is that it was something that happened that hurt me. And I was right on when I predicted what you would say. Of course it was something stupid in light of "real" problems. (Or maybe in light of recent "real" problems like you mentioned, it makes it a lot less stupid. Maybe recently it's become more apparent how short and delicate life can be. Wouldn't it make sense that that would be the time when I would want to be near you when it was indeed possible, even if it was slightly out of the way?) Either way, I wanted to be with y'all because I love and miss you. You didn't come back to get me, and it hurt me. That was it. It's over now. It had no bearing on my appreciation of the millions of things both of you have done for me. I very rarely express when things hurt me, and occasionally I just want you know what I'm feeling.
I do think I have learned something through this though. Love = sacrifice. Sacrifices like letting your 16 year old go off to college, coming home on weekends when you'd rather be with your friends, giving your new car to your daughter, going to the second most depressed collge in the nation so that you can get the shaft and fail your classes and have no friends when you'd rather be at a slacker school studying music and having fun for a change, going into debt so that your daughter would be smart enough to get into that second most depressed college, being late for class to take your dad to the airport, going out of the way to go get your daughter who is in tears because she wants to come home and be with you, or saying you're sorry even when you don't feel like you need to or should. So, yes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that what I said hurt you.
On a side note, please take the car back. If I remember correctly, I never asked for that car. You are the ones that decided it would be best because it's reliable and gets good mileage. Yes, I adore that car, but really, the van gets me from point A to point B, and that's all I need. I could even learn to drive the red car. It's not a big deal, and Mom deserves to have her car. So please, take it.
Your crappy, rotten daughter,
Brittany
I do think I have learned something through this though. Love = sacrifice. Sacrifices like letting your 16 year old go off to college, coming home on weekends when you'd rather be with your friends, giving your new car to your daughter, going to the second most depressed collge in the nation so that you can get the shaft and fail your classes and have no friends when you'd rather be at a slacker school studying music and having fun for a change, going into debt so that your daughter would be smart enough to get into that second most depressed college, being late for class to take your dad to the airport, going out of the way to go get your daughter who is in tears because she wants to come home and be with you, or saying you're sorry even when you don't feel like you need to or should. So, yes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that what I said hurt you.
On a side note, please take the car back. If I remember correctly, I never asked for that car. You are the ones that decided it would be best because it's reliable and gets good mileage. Yes, I adore that car, but really, the van gets me from point A to point B, and that's all I need. I could even learn to drive the red car. It's not a big deal, and Mom deserves to have her car. So please, take it.
Your crappy, rotten daughter,
Brittany