Another fight.
Another late night at home all alone.
God, we need to stop doing this.
But you make me so mad.
You act like everything you do is right. You're never wrong, and it's always me.
I'm sorry that I like to spend time with my family. I'm sorry that I like to go over there in the evening and talk to them for more than five minutes.
I'm sorry that my parents and I have a better relationship than you and yours do.
But you can't expect me to choose between my family and you. I love them, and I love you.
Why is is such a hassle if I want to see them? Why is it such a problem that I want to spend time with them? With my mother who I can only see on the weekends for a few hours because she lives two and a half hours away? Why is it such a problem?
And then you come back and pretend like nothing is wrong.
You say hi, I love you, and nothing is wrong.
I get so tired of this.
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