Sad song from a daughter
Mom,
Seriously, I don't care what you have to say. I truly don't anymore. I used to come to you for comfort about anything and everything, and you knew about every single aspect of my life. That was when you used to give good advice. Now? All you do it preach about how you don't like Anthony and how you don't like him, or about how irresponsible I am with money (I fucking know that, thanks. I put myself in debt, not you. I KNOW I'm irresponsible), or how, since I don't spend enough time at home, I should just give my room to my dad and move out. Okay, seriously? Do you remember when you played that card two months ago and how bad things got between us? Do you remember that? How I thought you didn't want me anymore, so thats why I was going to move in with Anthony? Do you remember how you said that you never meant that and that you would never kick me out? Guess what, you're doing it now, and you're actually saying the words move out. You're saying them Mom, and I appreciate how loved you make me feel. I'm leaving for college in about a month. I will no longer be living under your fucking roof, and you want me out now? Thats just great, thanks a lot.
Do you want to know how bad its gotten now mom? Its gotten to the point where I will only go home when I know either you're at work or you're asleep! I ran into you with your boyfriend and my boyfriend at home the other day, and you can't even be civil. You just glare at Anthony and then bitch about everything I don't do. Which then your boyfriend starts to parrot back to me. NEWSFLASH: You're not my fucking father, and you have no right to tell me ANYTHING, esp. when you look at how your kids turned out asshole. Do not treat me like you have the authority to tell me anything. You do not.
I really hope that maybe you'll realize how far you've pushed me away from you. I don't know, maybe its just because I spent a couple weeks with Sissy last month, but everything that she has said now doesn't seem too far fetched. No, she didn't bitch about you, and when I would complain, she would talk to me, and she wouldn't encourage it. BUT then I talked to her today, and all we can see if how discontent you seem with your life. Are you so discontent that you're willing to lose yet another child? No, I'm not going to leave like Paul did mom, but with the way you're acting I don't even know if you want me around. With the whole avoiding thing again, maybe when I come home from college for breaks or long weekends, I won't even tell you about them so that I don't have to see you! You don't want me around anymore, so I guess I'll stop bugging you and let you get on with your happy life.
Love,
Ashleigh
Seriously, I don't care what you have to say. I truly don't anymore. I used to come to you for comfort about anything and everything, and you knew about every single aspect of my life. That was when you used to give good advice. Now? All you do it preach about how you don't like Anthony and how you don't like him, or about how irresponsible I am with money (I fucking know that, thanks. I put myself in debt, not you. I KNOW I'm irresponsible), or how, since I don't spend enough time at home, I should just give my room to my dad and move out. Okay, seriously? Do you remember when you played that card two months ago and how bad things got between us? Do you remember that? How I thought you didn't want me anymore, so thats why I was going to move in with Anthony? Do you remember how you said that you never meant that and that you would never kick me out? Guess what, you're doing it now, and you're actually saying the words move out. You're saying them Mom, and I appreciate how loved you make me feel. I'm leaving for college in about a month. I will no longer be living under your fucking roof, and you want me out now? Thats just great, thanks a lot.
Do you want to know how bad its gotten now mom? Its gotten to the point where I will only go home when I know either you're at work or you're asleep! I ran into you with your boyfriend and my boyfriend at home the other day, and you can't even be civil. You just glare at Anthony and then bitch about everything I don't do. Which then your boyfriend starts to parrot back to me. NEWSFLASH: You're not my fucking father, and you have no right to tell me ANYTHING, esp. when you look at how your kids turned out asshole. Do not treat me like you have the authority to tell me anything. You do not.
I really hope that maybe you'll realize how far you've pushed me away from you. I don't know, maybe its just because I spent a couple weeks with Sissy last month, but everything that she has said now doesn't seem too far fetched. No, she didn't bitch about you, and when I would complain, she would talk to me, and she wouldn't encourage it. BUT then I talked to her today, and all we can see if how discontent you seem with your life. Are you so discontent that you're willing to lose yet another child? No, I'm not going to leave like Paul did mom, but with the way you're acting I don't even know if you want me around. With the whole avoiding thing again, maybe when I come home from college for breaks or long weekends, I won't even tell you about them so that I don't have to see you! You don't want me around anymore, so I guess I'll stop bugging you and let you get on with your happy life.
Love,
Ashleigh