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you've changed.
As biast as I am, I honestly don't think it was your fault. She changed you.
It's strange, you always used to be someone who was stubborn and had their own opinions. Not anymore. Whatever she says, goes. I'm all about breaking stereotypes, but seriously, grow some balls and make some of your own fucking decisions!
You guys were perfect. Everyone said it, and most of them still agree. Now I understand that the only reason you too look so damn perfect is because she's made you into this fucking J.Crew model. You know what?
FUCK PERFECTION.
I'd take the old person I knew over perfection any day. A person with their own personality. A person that had an opinion and didn't mind sharing it. A person that wasn't constantly shot down and shut up by their spouse's condescending glare.
God, I hate that fucking glare.
She gives it to me too, you know. That huge falling out we had a while back when our family was completly pissed at eachother. When she rolled her eyes and slammed my bedroom door as she left my room. When she whispered about me outside my door and I heard him try to stick up for my. "Jesus Christ, she's only 17, she's allowed to cry." And when we all sat down in the living room to talk, I finally got up the courage to say to her "Don't fucking slam my door and make me look like and idiot in my own house." And what did she have the audacity to say? "Honey, I did not slam your door."
It took all the self control I had not to get up and slap her. I would have rather her blow her lid and show some real damn emotion than just sit there and make herself look like she's the only sane one in the room.
And now your getting married.
I just want to see you happy. But I know that you aren't. You've changed. I miss the person I could talk to. Now I don't know what I can say that wont offend anyone. When did our family ever care about offending anyone.
come back.
(P.S. I hate your brother. I don't want to be escorted down the aisle by him. He's a pansy.)
As biast as I am, I honestly don't think it was your fault. She changed you.
It's strange, you always used to be someone who was stubborn and had their own opinions. Not anymore. Whatever she says, goes. I'm all about breaking stereotypes, but seriously, grow some balls and make some of your own fucking decisions!
You guys were perfect. Everyone said it, and most of them still agree. Now I understand that the only reason you too look so damn perfect is because she's made you into this fucking J.Crew model. You know what?
FUCK PERFECTION.
I'd take the old person I knew over perfection any day. A person with their own personality. A person that had an opinion and didn't mind sharing it. A person that wasn't constantly shot down and shut up by their spouse's condescending glare.
God, I hate that fucking glare.
She gives it to me too, you know. That huge falling out we had a while back when our family was completly pissed at eachother. When she rolled her eyes and slammed my bedroom door as she left my room. When she whispered about me outside my door and I heard him try to stick up for my. "Jesus Christ, she's only 17, she's allowed to cry." And when we all sat down in the living room to talk, I finally got up the courage to say to her "Don't fucking slam my door and make me look like and idiot in my own house." And what did she have the audacity to say? "Honey, I did not slam your door."
It took all the self control I had not to get up and slap her. I would have rather her blow her lid and show some real damn emotion than just sit there and make herself look like she's the only sane one in the room.
And now your getting married.
I just want to see you happy. But I know that you aren't. You've changed. I miss the person I could talk to. Now I don't know what I can say that wont offend anyone. When did our family ever care about offending anyone.
come back.
(P.S. I hate your brother. I don't want to be escorted down the aisle by him. He's a pansy.)