i've been thinking it over, and i've decided that...
You weren't worth it.
Putting up with your incessant hypochondria and taking care of you, when all you would do is remind me of how we would never work, how i would never be what you wanted.
spiritually, physically, emotionally
So congratulations on your reaffirmation of self-pity in your new diagnosis.
but you burned me until there was nothing else, and i think less of myself for putting up with it for so long.
By the by, she mentioned she never loved you, just felt too scared, she had to say it back.
but run after her, i hope you have a lengthy relationship
And i hope every 1 to 3 months you have to hear her dote on about how much she wishes she married someone else.
because then maybe you'll understand why you've made me so bitter, and why I have no sympathy for your childish tantrums.
And yes, you are expected to pay for the things of Jenna's that you damaged.
and yes, legal action will be taken if you fail to do so.
you have always had an inability to respect other people's things, and that stops now.
you and your parents both need to realize that your consequences have actions, and it seems like this is the only way to have your inability to act like an adult taken seriously.
The fact that you cannot handle a job and life's day to day activities is no excuse for the things you did.
i will not take care of you any longer.
And don't claim that you have a high pain tolerance; i haven't seen anyone complain so much in my entire life.
i had spine fractures that could be seen on the x-ray film without the aid of a microscope, and didn't raise near the shitkicking fit that you did over your microscopic ones.
And this is why i don't believe that you had a stroke or a series of heart attacks:
and i'll even spare you the obvious arguments...
it's due to the fact that you told me only the day before that the doctors ran tests, and believe that you contracted hepatitis c from stepping on a contaminated piece of glass one day prior.
This sounded remarkably odd, and it was only later that i remembered why...
there is no actual test for whether the hepatitis virus exists in your blood. What can be determined, however, is whether your body is creating hepatitis antibodies. Fair enough. Only problem with your story is that it takes a minimum of a week, and sometimes a maximum of twenty years for your body to even begin to show antibodies that coincide with an active virus. Far longer than one day.
So in short, you had to be lying.
so why should I poor-baby you or believe anything else you vomited in my face?
And please remember that since you took a shit on all of my clothes and my mom came here to clean it all up, I've been a little more inclined to hear her side of the story, and a little less willing to listen to yours.
You are a severe hypochondriac, bordering on munchausen's, with schizophrenic issues. (oh look, a new buzzword! Let's just hope you don't google it and then decide you need to start injecting fecal matter into your veins)
really, you just feel that your parents raised you incorrectly, and so you go out of your way to keep them from being proud of you. You embarass yourself in order to shame them into paying attention to you, and you got what you wanted. You were faced with the idea of being out of your parent's pocketbook and you panicked. You will never be without that sustenance and yet you still needed reassurance that they will always begrudgingly take care of you.
Congratulations
You're not worth it.
And i hate myself for still being in love with you.
Putting up with your incessant hypochondria and taking care of you, when all you would do is remind me of how we would never work, how i would never be what you wanted.
spiritually, physically, emotionally
So congratulations on your reaffirmation of self-pity in your new diagnosis.
but you burned me until there was nothing else, and i think less of myself for putting up with it for so long.
By the by, she mentioned she never loved you, just felt too scared, she had to say it back.
but run after her, i hope you have a lengthy relationship
And i hope every 1 to 3 months you have to hear her dote on about how much she wishes she married someone else.
because then maybe you'll understand why you've made me so bitter, and why I have no sympathy for your childish tantrums.
And yes, you are expected to pay for the things of Jenna's that you damaged.
and yes, legal action will be taken if you fail to do so.
you have always had an inability to respect other people's things, and that stops now.
you and your parents both need to realize that your consequences have actions, and it seems like this is the only way to have your inability to act like an adult taken seriously.
The fact that you cannot handle a job and life's day to day activities is no excuse for the things you did.
i will not take care of you any longer.
And don't claim that you have a high pain tolerance; i haven't seen anyone complain so much in my entire life.
i had spine fractures that could be seen on the x-ray film without the aid of a microscope, and didn't raise near the shitkicking fit that you did over your microscopic ones.
And this is why i don't believe that you had a stroke or a series of heart attacks:
and i'll even spare you the obvious arguments...
it's due to the fact that you told me only the day before that the doctors ran tests, and believe that you contracted hepatitis c from stepping on a contaminated piece of glass one day prior.
This sounded remarkably odd, and it was only later that i remembered why...
there is no actual test for whether the hepatitis virus exists in your blood. What can be determined, however, is whether your body is creating hepatitis antibodies. Fair enough. Only problem with your story is that it takes a minimum of a week, and sometimes a maximum of twenty years for your body to even begin to show antibodies that coincide with an active virus. Far longer than one day.
So in short, you had to be lying.
so why should I poor-baby you or believe anything else you vomited in my face?
And please remember that since you took a shit on all of my clothes and my mom came here to clean it all up, I've been a little more inclined to hear her side of the story, and a little less willing to listen to yours.
You are a severe hypochondriac, bordering on munchausen's, with schizophrenic issues. (oh look, a new buzzword! Let's just hope you don't google it and then decide you need to start injecting fecal matter into your veins)
really, you just feel that your parents raised you incorrectly, and so you go out of your way to keep them from being proud of you. You embarass yourself in order to shame them into paying attention to you, and you got what you wanted. You were faced with the idea of being out of your parent's pocketbook and you panicked. You will never be without that sustenance and yet you still needed reassurance that they will always begrudgingly take care of you.
Congratulations
You're not worth it.
And i hate myself for still being in love with you.