To my parents: This is getting tiring. I can't talk to you anymore about random things, and when I need a little help, not financial help, but moral support, you just turn your back on me and scream at me saying that I should be more responsible. I'm 20 years old. I moved away from home 2 years ago in another city, where I support myself, and where I struggle to finish a school that I don't really like, but continued with it because I didn't want to waste two years. Now, that I quit my job, you are asking me daily how am I going to pay my rent, and how you two are not forced to send me any money. Well guess what: I didn't ask you to. But, please I'm still your daughter, if I don't find work soon, I will not be able to pay the rent, or eat. And the last thing I need from you is to patronize me. At least give moral support, not bash me when you call daily asking me if I found a job. Should I remind you, dear "father" how you got sacked 5 years ago, and you didn't have a job for a year and a half, forcing my mother to keep the expenses on her salary as a nurse? Was it good to sit in the house for a year and a half listening to music loudly while your step daughter tried to study so that she can pull herself out of the misery that was her adolescence, and fight with all her power not to become like her mother? I gave 100% and I managed to pull myself out. And in the day I left the house I sworn that I will go to school, finish it with high marks and support myself. Just to prove myself that I don't need anyone, let alone a man, like you did mother, and he made your life a living hell. I don't need anyone but me. But right now, I am low. I will be better, I always was, but I just need moral support, just "It'll be OK" and a smile. And you wonder why I don't come home often. Just once every 3 months. And you're 120 km away. That should give you something to think about. I don't hate you, I just don't love you. My grandma was right when she told you that if you keep treating me like this you will end up all alone when you'll be old and in need of help, dear mother. I'm sick and tired of this bullcrap. Honestly mother, you don't know me at all. I want to go away. I got a job offer in Norway and I have to say yay or nay until 22nd of March. Or maybe volunteer in Africa, to teach English in schools, because I have that option too. I wanted to turn it down, but it seems that the best way to get rid of you and your stupid mentality and your stupid behavior is to leave the country. Maybe being on the other side of the continent, or maybe on another continent will determine you to leave me the f... alone. Don't act like you are entitled to thanks from me. No, actually I am. Thanks for not giving me any education at all, and making me learning how not to be just by looking at you two. I just couldn't keep this bottled up inside. I can keep things to my own, but..when I pretend that I am ignoring them, it doesn't mean that they don't hurt. I just have to learn to grow a thicker skin so I can be able to take more kicks in the behind and then smile. But thanks again for showing me how not to behave with my children.
To my grandma: thank you for existing. Thank you for taking care of me the first 10 years of my life. Thanks for bathing me when I was a baby, thanks for feeding me, thanks for putting clothes on my back. Thanks for teaching me how to read and write, thank you for enrolling me in English classes when I was little, thank you for being the mother that didn't want me for the first ten years of my life. And even now, even though you know that I earned my own money, you still tried to help me as little as you could. Thanks for loving me unconditionally, and thank you for everything you're doing even now. I miss grandpa too. And I wish I can come and visit more often.
