I will not apologize for speaking the
truth.
I will not apologize for enraging you
into action beyond sending threatening letters via some lawyer.
I will not apologize for slapping Tom
and Carole in the face with a dose of reality they obviously are
ignorant of.
I will not apologize for telling the
rest of the family what is really going on with Grandpa.
I will not apologize for the fact that
your family takes advantage of you because you are a woman.
I will not apologize for being an
asshole.
Thirty years of my life was devoted
to trying to make you happy. I spent thirty years doing what I could
to try and make you proud. I am $80grand in debt because YOU wanted
me to be an architect. Did you ever wonder why I failed? I was
miserable, and realized I hated the person you wanted me to be. I
just liked to draw, and YOU decided what I was supposed to be before
I even knew what it meant. I don't even like to draw anymore. Now I
have all but given up any kind of dreams I had for the future. I
will never have what I want, because I spent so much of myself trying
to give you what you wanted.
I will not apologize for not being what
you want me to be.
Do you ever wonder why I sometimes
give you vague answers as to where I am going? Every time that
happens it is because I'm going out on date. Every single time I
leave the house without telling you where I am going, I am meeting up
with a man that I like. But I have purposefully not told you because
YOU told me there was something wrong with me. Who does that? Who
tells their child they are broken, and then tries to claim the blame
for it in a shitshow of tears. I will never bring anyone home for
fear that you will blatantly insult him to his face like you have
done so many times before to my friends. I only ever wanted to make
you happy and you have made it quite obvious that I will never be
able to do that. Too bad I'm such a fucking disappointment, but I
can't live under your shadow anymore.
I will not apologize for who I am.
You only see what you want. You are
just like your delusional brother, convincing yourself of your own
false truth. You get enraged over one tiny part of the picture and
ignore everything else to the contrary. You may sit and nitpick
everything and think that you have looked at every angle, but you
only look at what works in your life. You are selfish. You have no
grasp over your emotional awareness and you take it out on everyone
else. Do you have any idea how long I have worked on myself to undo
crap emotional constructs you put in my head? Do you think you are
the only one affected by life and death and lies and manipulation?
I'm here too, but believe me I'd rather not be.
I will not apologize for your emotional
catastrophes.
Carole is a piece of social climbing
junk yard trash, who wants nothing more than be the pinnacle of Lake
George Club society. I knew it was I was young, and now it's fucking
obvious. Everything she has ever done was to manipulate her way into
the status our family had, and hers never would. She threw
everything I said in your face because she knew it would upset you.
She knows that you care what people think. The only care she gives a
shit about is that of her plastic friends who invited grandpa to
“Tom's house” at Grammas wake. The bitch didn't even have the
decency to wait until Gramma was in the ground before staking her
claim. But go right ahead and be pissed off at me for insulting her.
I will not apologize for trying my
damnedest to publicly humiliate that piece of shit.
Tom stole from your father and
Grandpa doesn't even know it. Tom screwed you and Dad out of money
that helped support HIM back when he and Grandpa were in court, but
claims you never did anything to help them out ever. How many years
did Dad spend all his time at the lake fixing things? How many years
did you help pay the taxes on the house? When you no longer could,
and your son Tom offered to help, why was he denied? You don't think
your brother had this in mind all along? How many years was it that
I was the only one who knew where anything was in the house because I
was the only one to clean it; the only one to take care of Gramma
and Grandpas things? But Tom took over with his hoard of spoiled
brats. The last time I was in there the house was trashed, with
their shit just thrown everywhere. They don't even have the respect
to clean up after themselves.
How dare Tom have the fucking gall to
say no one has ever done anything for Gramma and Grandpa, so he
deserves to take the lake house. Did he forget that she died in our
house? Did he forget that you cared for her for months and months?
Does he even care that he has 4 other siblings? Does he even give a
shit that everyone loved Gramma more than anything else on this
earth? You spent months sitting next to her as she slept just so
someone would be there when she opened her eyes. I was the last one
she said, “I love you to”. I was the last one who made her
laugh. I sat up with her until 3 and 4 in the morning holding her
hand because she didn't know where she was. I wanted to make her
proud even more than I wanted you to be proud of me. Who the fuck is
he to say he is the only one who helped? Fuck him and his bullshit
claims that no one ever did anything for them.
Fuck him and his bitch wife for being
greedy pieces of shit.
Fuck him for taking away the only place
that I have ever considered home.
Fuck him for insulting the love I have
for Gramma.
Fuck him for taking advantage of you.
Fuck him for abusing the trust of his
own father.
I purposefully wrote what I did and
attached it to my cousins knowing pure and well that it would get
back them. I did exactly what I intended to do. I never thought you
would be so ridiculously upset, and honestly have no fucking clue why
you are behaving this way.
I will not apologize for shoving his
face in the load of crap he shit all over this family. I have no
respect for him, and I have no remorse for what I did. You need to
understand that you are not the only person dealing with this. You
need to understand that it is not all about you, and your lunatic
behavior is not justified.
I spent the past month moving from
couch to couch between friends who love me for everything that I am,
not just what they want and expect me to be. I stayed out of your
way so you could wallow in your own shit, but now you need to get
over yourself. I can't afford to couch surf any longer. It costs
too much money driving from place to place several times a week as I
try not to over-stay my welcome anywhere. I costs too much to feed
myself out of to-go containers because I don't have a kitchen to cook
in.
I have put applications and resumes out
to companies from Boston to Chicago trying to find a job that I can
be happy doing that will support me on my own. And I have still
managed to pay all of my own bills except one that I asked dad for
help with today. You do realize that my bills come to about $1000 a
month and I have been unemployed since May right? But I've still
made it work, even despite your selfish bullshit of kicking me out.
And it's too bad you don't want me here, but I don't want to be here
either.
Do you even care what I've gone through
in the past month? Did you know I was in a car accident? Did you
know I sprained my ankle and couldn't walk for 3 days. Did you know
I spent 6 days caring for a quadriplegic because no one in his family
would lift a finger for him? Did you know I had the flu and was in
bed with a fever and vomiting? Do you give a shit, or do you only
care about yourself?
I am only here to save up as much money
as I can so I can leave. Then I will be gone and you will never have
to deal with my bullshit upsetting your fragile existence ever again.
I will go and live my life and try to find a way to be happy, and
figure out what I'm supposed to do and who I am supposed to be. You
can do whatever you damn well please all on your own. OR, we can
both acknowledge that I am an asshole, and that you are selfish and
we can be done with this stupid crap and move on like real families
do; like intelligent rational people do.
You're my mother. I love you with
everything I have, but I can't be your child anymore. Accept me for
being me, and being in this bullshit with you.. Know that I cannot
and will not keep my mouth shut when I see the people I care about
being abused. Know that I will not sit by idly when someone tries to
take away something I care about. Know that I am not your little
boy, or just fucking let me go.
If you're done with me, then I suggest
we both refrain from any further confrontation, and I will leave as
soon as I am able. If you don't want me out of your life, then you
need to get over yourself and see that I am not the enemy.
Your choice.
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