what planet
would i be grateful for someone offering to give me $500 (my grandma) and then her not trusting me with the money so she gives it to my dad. ok, fine. My dad is walking around with my $500. he's looking at cars for me. ok, fine. i can deal. he puts the $500 as a deposit down on a car. without telling me. without asking me. without bringing me along. grandma agreed to finish paying for the rest of this 1993 plymouth sundance. i come home to this. i'm angry. i look it up online. it's not even close to anything i have been looking at. it will now go to my dad. and according to him, my gratitude is overwhelming.
gratitude? first i'm not trusted with a gift given to me, the money. then i can't even make my own decisions? why do i all of a sudden have "i'm a 5 year old please tell me what to do and choose for me" written all over my face? WHY AM I BEING TREATED LIKE THIS. WHAT THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE PEOPLE SEE ME AS AN ADULT. I"M FOREVER FUCKING STUCK IN CHILD LAND. GREAT.
gratitude? first i'm not trusted with a gift given to me, the money. then i can't even make my own decisions? why do i all of a sudden have "i'm a 5 year old please tell me what to do and choose for me" written all over my face? WHY AM I BEING TREATED LIKE THIS. WHAT THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE PEOPLE SEE ME AS AN ADULT. I"M FOREVER FUCKING STUCK IN CHILD LAND. GREAT.