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Ekaetriana
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This letter I wrote to my parents but never gave them explains it all. My parents simply do not like me, it seems. Their friendliness is conditional, and they have a strange delusion that I'm a bad person...? The faq. I'm hoping someone can tell me what they think I should do when my parents are like this. It isn't so bad, they seem to be rather bipolar, so at random moments they are happy...before getting upset.
It isn't like I'm abused in any way, I've got a pretty good life, but the insults and talking about me behind my back border on verbal abuse just because it hurts very badly that they refuse to acknowledge that I'm a good person and continue to think that I'm some sort of failure no matter what I do.
Dear Parents,
Whatever. I'm done trying to impress you. Looks like I'll never be good enough.
You like to say I have an attitude - I don't. My "attitude" is me trying to defend myself from your verbal slander. Honesty? Really? You're "just being honest?" You don't know what honesty really is. I lie on occasion but at least I know the definition better than you. Honesty means that you not only talk about someone's bad history or insult their habits but that you also give respect and acknowledge when I am doing something right, rather than letting my good traits and accomplishments go through one of your ears and out the other...pretending that my "bad" habits (some of which are falsely accused!) trump my good ones.
I'm the one who sits quietly and calmly. I'm the one who is reading or writing, not bothering anyone. I'm the one who gets the job done when asked without a lot of complaining. I'm the one who is trying to impress you with my devotion to get a job and go to college. I'm the one who would like to have a nice normal conversation with you. I am such the opposite of your typical teenager with an attitude, that it appalls me you would even claim I have an attitude. If you want to see a teen with an attitude, take a gander at the teens who are never at home, who smoke and drink, who fight with their parents, even hit their parents.
I do none of these things. You should consider yourself lucky that I am a minority...a calm, collected, thoughtful, intelligent young woman. I know you would have rather have had Andy or Justin or Vincent for a child, but I can guarantee you that 9/10 teens are rambunctious, out of control, don't care...and with the pressure placed on teen boys, they would have been that way. Yeah, I know, I'm talking pretty pompous. Yeah, I know, I just complimented myself. Why am I doing this? Because you'd never do it for me. If you refuse to compliment me without any strings attached, then I'll just compliment myself as relief from your verbal slander.
In your eyes I am lazy, messy, stupid, rebellious, thoughtless, self-centered. You are delusional. You haven't even seen these sort of things until you've had a modern teenager in your house. Take any one of my former classmates that you like to compare me to and try to live with them....you'd be in for a real shock. Compared to most nineteen-year-olds, I am incredibly responsible and intelligent. Everyone I have stayed with except for you says they enjoy having me around and that I'm a good girl.
You are the one with an attitude. You are the one who gets pissed off at the push of a button, you are the one determined to make me frown, you are the one who tries to make everything about you, you are the one who psychoanalyzes everything I do or say, and you are the one who needs a chill pill.
I can't fucking believe you would sit there and insult me about visiting my grandmother. "The only reason Katie goes to her grandma's is to get away from us, and complain about us!" FUCK YOU. I do not complain nearly as much as you do about me! And maybe I do go to get away from you because you won't stop it with the fucking insults, hm? I don't complain about my chores, or my college, or you like you seem to be delusional enough to think. I'm perfectly happy with the way things are, you are the one not happy with my success. My success doesn't matter to you.
Have you ever stopped to consider with your one-track-brain for just a moment that maybe I like to go see her because she's old and may die soon? That I want to spend as much time with her while I still can? Jesus Christ, I know I'm Hitler or something in your delusional eyes, but maybe you could consider, just a little, that your daughter is not nearly as bad as you think she is, in fact, your daughter is a good person who is successful, and she and others know it whether you recognize it or not.
- Your Daughter
It isn't like I'm abused in any way, I've got a pretty good life, but the insults and talking about me behind my back border on verbal abuse just because it hurts very badly that they refuse to acknowledge that I'm a good person and continue to think that I'm some sort of failure no matter what I do.
Dear Parents,
Whatever. I'm done trying to impress you. Looks like I'll never be good enough.
You like to say I have an attitude - I don't. My "attitude" is me trying to defend myself from your verbal slander. Honesty? Really? You're "just being honest?" You don't know what honesty really is. I lie on occasion but at least I know the definition better than you. Honesty means that you not only talk about someone's bad history or insult their habits but that you also give respect and acknowledge when I am doing something right, rather than letting my good traits and accomplishments go through one of your ears and out the other...pretending that my "bad" habits (some of which are falsely accused!) trump my good ones.
I'm the one who sits quietly and calmly. I'm the one who is reading or writing, not bothering anyone. I'm the one who gets the job done when asked without a lot of complaining. I'm the one who is trying to impress you with my devotion to get a job and go to college. I'm the one who would like to have a nice normal conversation with you. I am such the opposite of your typical teenager with an attitude, that it appalls me you would even claim I have an attitude. If you want to see a teen with an attitude, take a gander at the teens who are never at home, who smoke and drink, who fight with their parents, even hit their parents.
I do none of these things. You should consider yourself lucky that I am a minority...a calm, collected, thoughtful, intelligent young woman. I know you would have rather have had Andy or Justin or Vincent for a child, but I can guarantee you that 9/10 teens are rambunctious, out of control, don't care...and with the pressure placed on teen boys, they would have been that way. Yeah, I know, I'm talking pretty pompous. Yeah, I know, I just complimented myself. Why am I doing this? Because you'd never do it for me. If you refuse to compliment me without any strings attached, then I'll just compliment myself as relief from your verbal slander.
In your eyes I am lazy, messy, stupid, rebellious, thoughtless, self-centered. You are delusional. You haven't even seen these sort of things until you've had a modern teenager in your house. Take any one of my former classmates that you like to compare me to and try to live with them....you'd be in for a real shock. Compared to most nineteen-year-olds, I am incredibly responsible and intelligent. Everyone I have stayed with except for you says they enjoy having me around and that I'm a good girl.
You are the one with an attitude. You are the one who gets pissed off at the push of a button, you are the one determined to make me frown, you are the one who tries to make everything about you, you are the one who psychoanalyzes everything I do or say, and you are the one who needs a chill pill.
I can't fucking believe you would sit there and insult me about visiting my grandmother. "The only reason Katie goes to her grandma's is to get away from us, and complain about us!" FUCK YOU. I do not complain nearly as much as you do about me! And maybe I do go to get away from you because you won't stop it with the fucking insults, hm? I don't complain about my chores, or my college, or you like you seem to be delusional enough to think. I'm perfectly happy with the way things are, you are the one not happy with my success. My success doesn't matter to you.
Have you ever stopped to consider with your one-track-brain for just a moment that maybe I like to go see her because she's old and may die soon? That I want to spend as much time with her while I still can? Jesus Christ, I know I'm Hitler or something in your delusional eyes, but maybe you could consider, just a little, that your daughter is not nearly as bad as you think she is, in fact, your daughter is a good person who is successful, and she and others know it whether you recognize it or not.
- Your Daughter