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I don't know what he wants. Would he rather me be dating someone who's my exact age to the day who treats me like shit? And it's not like he's some random guy that I just met and said "Hey! He's old, I want to date him." It's not like I hadn't been close with him for like two years and not being with him hurt me every day. But my dad doesn't give a shit about that. "He's 22-You're 17. That's illegal!" No dad, it's not illegal, and you're assuming things. It's not like I've EVER done anything to make him worry. Guess what Dad. I'm gonna be gone in a year and then you're gonna be sorry that you made this last year a shitty one between us.
Let's take my brother for example. He stopped coming to my Dad's house when he was like 16. I mean, sure, he still visited once in a while, but never came for designated nights and weekends. Yet, when I don't come over here, I feel immensely guilty. It's my Dad. I want him to know that I love him and that I do want to see him. But is he thankful for that? No. He makes me feel like crap for being happy. And if he's going to be like that, if he's going to keep making me feel like shit for nothing, then why should I bother? This house is horrendously boring. And I have a nice little curfew of like 11:00. Is staying over here FUN for me? Is it a tasty little treat that I can't wait for every other weekend? Not at all.
And nobody else cares. My mom, my Grandma, Amy, even my BROTHER are okay with it. My brother even said "I guess if he treats my sister good, then it doesn't bother me." And he does treat me good. Better than I ever have been treated in a relationship. And he makes me happy, and he makes me feel loved. But I guess none of that matters, because of some years that don't make any difference at all. But whatever, I'm done feeling guilty.
Let's take my brother for example. He stopped coming to my Dad's house when he was like 16. I mean, sure, he still visited once in a while, but never came for designated nights and weekends. Yet, when I don't come over here, I feel immensely guilty. It's my Dad. I want him to know that I love him and that I do want to see him. But is he thankful for that? No. He makes me feel like crap for being happy. And if he's going to be like that, if he's going to keep making me feel like shit for nothing, then why should I bother? This house is horrendously boring. And I have a nice little curfew of like 11:00. Is staying over here FUN for me? Is it a tasty little treat that I can't wait for every other weekend? Not at all.
And nobody else cares. My mom, my Grandma, Amy, even my BROTHER are okay with it. My brother even said "I guess if he treats my sister good, then it doesn't bother me." And he does treat me good. Better than I ever have been treated in a relationship. And he makes me happy, and he makes me feel loved. But I guess none of that matters, because of some years that don't make any difference at all. But whatever, I'm done feeling guilty.