"Family is supposed to be our safe haven, but very often, it's the place where we find the deepest heartache."
I am slowly learning that some people are no good for me, no matter how hard I try to make things work.
You've made it pretty clear I'm not good enough for you. I got it.
Honestly, the fact that you're mean doesn't bother me a bit.
It's the fact that you disguise yourself as a nice person that bothers me a whole lot.
Being my parent, you were supposed to be the person I looked up to, my role model.
You were supposed to always be there for me, not disregard my feelings and pick sides in family arguments.
I shouldn't have had to compete with other siblings for your attention and you shouldn't be picking favorites but that's what I constantly find you doing, day after day.
You are disrespectful, insensitive, controlling and a bully.
You use threats, try to belittle me, and act like I'm a bad person so you don't feel guilty about the way that you treat me.
I'm sorry, but maybe you should look at how you're treating me before you bitch about how I react to it.
You're supposed to be the adult, but the minute I say one thing wrong, you throw a tantrum like a two-year-old that didn't get its way.
You have no boundaries. You feel entitled to say whatever you feel is true, and throw your opinion around whether it's rude, hurtful, or not true at all.
No matter how innocent and untarnished my words may be, you interpret it as a threat to your ego, and it gets to the point that the minute I open my mouth, you're standing there, chest puffed out, ready for a fight.
I know I can't control your behavior, and even if I could I wouldn't want that burden, but I won't apologize for refusing to be disrespected, lied to, and mistreated.
You think that the minute you want to be a decent person again, I should just accept your apology and let it slide because you're family, but I'm done giving second chances to you when all you do is abuse my forgiveness.
I will no longer tolerate you picking fights with me and then throwing in my face all the things you've done for me, dangling the carrot over my head.
I have no respect for you whatsoever and that's not just borne out of anger. It comes from the realization that you have failed to meet the criteria for being a "real" parent.
You can't treat people like shit and expect them to love you.
I guess it just boils down to an overgrown, weak, immature bully who is in dire need of control and a sense of entitlement.
So I'm going to stop feeling worthless and bad about myself because I know I did nothing wrong.
I'm done putting up with your emotional abuse.
I'm not going to allow an angry, negative person full of accusations, insults and criticism drag me down. I'm just going to be grateful that I don't have to go around hurting others in order to feel whole like you do.