| so jessica commented TWICE telling me to update and i finally have the time to do so. but im venting in this one. so deal with it suckaaaa.
Dear Robert,
You drive me crazy. I can't stand being around you anymore. It's practically unbearable. You think you're funny, you aren't. But that isn't the first of my complaints.
You are definitely the most hypocritical person I have ever met and probably will ever know. When things don't go your way, you sulk and feel sorry for yourself for days. If they don't go right for me, you tell me to get out of my mood and straighten up.
In the 16 years of my life, I've gone to church more than you have. That doesn't make me high and mighty by any means. It also doesn't allow you to tell me that I don't live what I am taught at church. And it sure doesn't mean you can tell me and my sister we should pay attention more and actually live out God's lessons. Look at yourself, buddy. You never even want to go to church. And when you do, you get in the car before we are even home and say His name in vain. Man, I should really learn to live for God...
I'm sorry your REAL daughter doesn't like you. I probably wouldn't like you either. You didn't raise her, her mother did. Don't act like you did and don't take blame for the mistakes she made and then feel all guilty for it. You didn't do anything, get over it. If the Jennifer situation bothered you soo much and you cared so much about her, you wouldn't say, "I love you," as a good-bye on the phone and then right when you hang up, "Screw that, I f'n hate that child." Pretty sure God doesn't teach that one.
Why do you care how I use MY money. Not the money you or my mother gave me, but MY money that I earned. Why do you care if I drive around and waste gas money. Again, it's MY money. And what is the big deal with me spending $200 to buy a new phone when mine is broken. I have it for emergency purposes and because I'm driving, right? Well sir, I can't use it for emergency purposes or for when I'm driving because I don't have signal. Shut up and let me do what I want on this on, okay?
And if my mom wants to help me buy a new phone, let her. Don't pretend I put this idea into her head, because I didn't. It was her idea and she told me she would help me. I'm sorry if this upsets you, but grow up. She's my mother. The person who gave birth to me. She will do what she wants when it comes to me. Sorry.
I have never, ever, EVER gotten introuble for something way serious in my whole entire life. I've never been late to my curfew. I've never drank, done drugs, snuck out, anything. I haven't treated you the way you've treated me. Trust me to do things and don't tell me no just because you never got to do as much when you were younger.
Dear Robert, I don't like you. I never have. But I pretend to the best of my abilities. So why don't you at least pretend you know what you are doing when it comes to raising a child in every aspect of it.
Hardly sincerely,
Kyrstin
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