Write it out.
Dear Mom
I'll never send this, so instead I'll put it on my live journal that you say you "never read," and hope that if you do read it it'll mean something to you.
You cannot have it both ways. You can't refuse to talk to me AND send me demanding notes. It doesn't work that way.
1) Those have already been written, I've put off sending them because I don't feel like I've said enough in them, thanks wise. I looked up the etiquette, I have up to 6 months, they will be sent soon.
2) It is no longer your job to police my actions, I don't need you to remind me. If it were done in a better way, I might have thanked you, instead I'm now angry and resentful of the fact that while you are --no offense intended-- being pretty much a bitch over a late Christmas present and/or me not wanting to move to Chicago, you still feel that I am the horrible one.
I am 24 years old. No one attributes anything I do to you anymore. It isn't like 4th grade when you told me that if I don't brush my hair people will look down on you as a bad mother who lets her heathen child go unkempt. All I want is for you to respectfully back off, and maybe you'll realize I don't suck as a human being. Yes, I have flaws. Yes, I rarely apologize for them. But seriously, you still can't have it both ways. I cannot be blamed for all the atrocities in your world (ie anything Max or Mitchell do or do not do) as well as be someone you love and respect.
I'd like to point out that I've made several overtures of peace that you've ignored. Fine. But I need you to do some thinking, because If I am a bad guy in this 2-player fight, I am not the only one.
Whenever I'd fight with Dad you'd tell me that I had to be the grown-up, that I had to make the first move because Dad expected it. You know what? I've tried to be the grown-up with you. I'm done. You're the mother. Act like it.
Respectfully,
Kiersten
I'll never send this, so instead I'll put it on my live journal that you say you "never read," and hope that if you do read it it'll mean something to you.
You cannot have it both ways. You can't refuse to talk to me AND send me demanding notes. It doesn't work that way.
1) Those have already been written, I've put off sending them because I don't feel like I've said enough in them, thanks wise. I looked up the etiquette, I have up to 6 months, they will be sent soon.
2) It is no longer your job to police my actions, I don't need you to remind me. If it were done in a better way, I might have thanked you, instead I'm now angry and resentful of the fact that while you are --no offense intended-- being pretty much a bitch over a late Christmas present and/or me not wanting to move to Chicago, you still feel that I am the horrible one.
I am 24 years old. No one attributes anything I do to you anymore. It isn't like 4th grade when you told me that if I don't brush my hair people will look down on you as a bad mother who lets her heathen child go unkempt. All I want is for you to respectfully back off, and maybe you'll realize I don't suck as a human being. Yes, I have flaws. Yes, I rarely apologize for them. But seriously, you still can't have it both ways. I cannot be blamed for all the atrocities in your world (ie anything Max or Mitchell do or do not do) as well as be someone you love and respect.
I'd like to point out that I've made several overtures of peace that you've ignored. Fine. But I need you to do some thinking, because If I am a bad guy in this 2-player fight, I am not the only one.
Whenever I'd fight with Dad you'd tell me that I had to be the grown-up, that I had to make the first move because Dad expected it. You know what? I've tried to be the grown-up with you. I'm done. You're the mother. Act like it.
Respectfully,
Kiersten