Thirty Day Tumblr Letter Challenge...Day Three.
First of all, I have to make 3 different letters; one for both of you combined, one for my dad & stepmom, and one for my mom & stepdad. So thanks for that.
Dear different sets of parents,
The combined one.
I can say that this in a way is the easiest to write and the hardest all at the same time, because you're so different, but....yeaaaah. So you guys pretty much mucked up my life by splitting up when I was six. I mean seriously, I have to have literally 99% of the teachers I have know that you guys are divorced because I have to give addresses and I have to ask what effing address to put down. Honestly, while everyone's writing down their addresses easily, I have to remember TWO and choose one. And then, I'm afraid I'll hurt the others' feelings because I chose one house over the other. You made me put up a guard to love before I ever really experienced. At SIX YEARS OLD. Thanks the fuck for that.
To my dad & stepmom.
Well, currently, I can't STAND your tendencies. You just had a baby, and apparently it's more important than me. And then you get pissed at me, take away my iPod & iPad & phone because I didn't want to take fucking honors classes and read a book? Do you realize that I had just come back from an academic camp where I wrote FOUR ESSAYS IN THREE WEEKS and the day after I'm back I have to read a fucking book and write an essay? And apparently, if I don't take ONE of the THREE honors classes I'm taking I'm going to community college? I mean, seriously, the fuck's that about? Sorry that it's so much stress raising me and that I'm a dumbass, dad. Yeah, I'm not perfect, but neither are you. And seriously, like I mentioned before, the BABY'S MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME? Honestly? I've been an only child for thirteen years and the ONE DAY I don't say hi to him immediately I get my phone taken away for two days? Honestly, you don't realize that the day you did that, you mucked up any chance of a good relationship I could've had with that kid. Guys, I had hope for you. It's not really you I can't stand, it's the baby. You come together to focus on the baby's perfection and my faults. Honestly, I was FINE before it. I'm thirteen; I don't want to feel like a teen mom, and you guys are making it that way. So it's the baby. You've changed since the baby's come along. And for the worse. I do appreciate that you give me the opportunities to do what I want, but I'm surprised that you haven't taken the hint that I'm getting sent away for three weeks. So thanks for everything pre-baby. I feel though that you should know though that there are good things; dad, I love your sense of humor that can make me laugh any day; my stepmom, thanks for doing everything you do for me. It's a lot. I really do appreciate you guys, but you HAVE to lay off the baby who's supposedly the most important thing in the world. I'm sick of hearing about how perfect it is, because it's not. I just want to feel like I do good things too, please, let me feel that way.
To my mom & stepdad.
I thank God for the days I can come to your house. I know you've screwed up your life some, mom, but in the end, you regret & realize all those mistakes. You listen to what I have to say and give me great advice. You're crazy & goofy & weird. We have our fights, but you're my mom, and in the end, that's who you'll always be. There are days I can't STAND you. Honestly though, you realize that there's more to me than As on report cards and smartness. You realize that I have other things I want to do in life besides academic stuff. But you did seriously hurt me when you lied to me about drinking & then went to rehab. I got seriously depressed and started doing things, well, that I shouldn't have. And I lost a lot of trust in people. Honestly, I just wanted a happy life, but this was literally all at the same time; a DAY after the baby's birth, you went to rehab. God, I can't take it. But I still love you, even with your faults. I admire how you recognize that you did wrong. I love you guise.