I’m tired of dealing with the things you put me through.
I know you provide a roof over my head, but other than that, you’ve been giving me nothing lately. No support, no love, no encouragement- nothing. I’m your daughter and you have to deal with everything that comes with it. You don’t even want to pick me up from anywhere or drive me anywhere, yet you insist on not letting me drive. Not even wanting to pick me up from school ? I’d rather walk now then enter into your car knowing that I’m a “bother” to drive “everywhere”. Sometimes I do feel as if the middle child is ignored. Sometimes I don’t even feel like I’m your child. It’s the same thing, different day. And frankly, I’m getting tired of it. You don’t even keep up with the things in life and you think I’m a dumbass that’s not going to graduate high school. Are you kidding me ? That’s definitely some great support. You don’t leave your daughter at school waiting for you for 3 hours all the way until 7:30. And you weren’t even the one that picked me up. You complain how big Andrew’s getting, but you’re the one spoiling him and buys him multiple things. When I ask for one, you return my asking with yells. I don’t even recall the last thing I’ve eaten in this house that you’ve made. Sometimes I wish Dad was home more often and that I don’t just see him for 5 minutes in the morning and sometimes when he comes home from work late at night.