Dear Stepmother/Bitch,
Don't catch an attitude with for some little shxt that doesn't even matter. Are you fucking serious with that.
You know damn well that my brother can take out the trash by himself. He isn't going to get taped from the little distance he needs to walk. The fuck is up with that?
And then getting mad because I took to long to put my shoes on and my brother had already taken out the trash.
I'm sorry all your baby shxt is into closet and I had to go in there and look for shoes. And I'm sorry that my brother decided he didn't need me to take out the trash.
That's sarcasm that you never seem to pick up on even though you say that you know everything that goes on.
Ha! Please. You wish you knew.
You are too busy texting your friends to notice that your kids are back there yelling and screaming and then get mad at them when they get louder. It's them trying to get some attention dumb fuck. And then getting mad when they tell me something. It's not like you were listening to them.
Yeah and don't get mad when I don't put a sheet on my bed after some baby threw up on it and you just left it there so I had to clean it off.
The fuck is up with that.
And you are one of the most wasteful person I have ever met. Who the hell goes to the store and buys two Dr. Pepper's comes home and throws the one that is still half full by the way in the trash. You never drink the full Dr. Pepper but you can go buy bottle after bottle. But I can't get some fucking yogurt. Are you serious???
And if I ask you to do something and you say you are going to do it don't get mad when I remind you about it. And then u still don't do it but I do everything leading up to that.
I'm so sick and tried of that shit. You are so fucking bipolar it hurts my eyes to see you mood change.
And GOD please stop fighting with my father in front of your children or yell so damn loud they can hear. The come to me and ask me stuff. I'm tired of not knowing what to tell them after they cry and say I want Daddy to stop yelling at mommy.
You want me to be some God fearing Christian? WELL I CAN'T.
I'm not like you. I don't choke down the opinions my parents shove downy throat. I throw them back up.
I would like to form my own opinions. I don't want to be some carbon copy Barbie. Stop making me eat less because you think I'm fat. Jesus fucking Christ I'm so tired of that.
And OMG. If you cook hotdogs one more time then turn around and make steak and potatoes for you and my father I will scream bloody murder.
Also if you tell me to wash my plate off after I'm done using it and put it in the dishwasher I expect you do the same.
I don't expect you to let it sit there and get hard. That's so fucking disgusting. And I just choke it down and wash it because that's what I do.
I'm so tired of going into the kitchen and seeing a shxt load of dishes I have to wash that have food left on or in them. I'm tired when you tell me to leave something out and you do nothing with it and the next day it's dried out and just FUCKING NASTY.
I know you love your children more than me but you don't have to treat me like trash. I can't even get a birthday or Christmas gift but they get over $200 dollars spent on them at Christmas.
God and then when me and my brother are gone you go and you make them pancakes and all sorts of things but on the weekends you're too tired and I end up eating cereal.
But I swear to GOD if you catch an attitude with me one more time and I haven't bothered you all day, I will catch one back and it will be twice the size of yours.
I'm sick and tired of being treated like crap in my own family.
I'm so ready to get out of here.
And I'm not coming back.
MusicalLover
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