<p>This is exactly why everyone is afraid to tell you when something isn’t working or needs maintenance around here. You throwing tools and hitting things and yelling at everyone for no reason just stresses the entire house out! I just don’t understand you weren’t always this way, what changed?</p>
<p>What have I done to deserve this?!?</p>
<p>Your kid is not creative. He’s disturbed. Why the hell would you allow your 11 year old who has an obsession with weapons (and reading about killings, drawing pictures of limbs being cut off and blood squirting, violent video games, violent movies, few friends, etc.) buy a machete? Did you forget about the time when your kid was only 7 years old and he tried to stab my kid in the leg during Thanksgiving dinner? Go ahead and remain in your state of denial. You can’t hide there for much longer. It’s not a phase!!!</p>
<p>OK so I have reserved my precious time off to spend some time with you - and you are not here, you haven’t called and aren’t answering your phone WTH? I am making alternate plans…</p>
<p>The recession has hit home and I am really facing another financial crisis. I am so tired of this economy because it is sapping the energy out of me. I hope things start improving for all of us.</p>
<p>No, I don’t think we are coming for the Christmas ‘gathering’ this year. You forgot you had THESE grandkids anyway.</p>
<p>Your disease sucks. You don’t.</p>
<p>I hate your disease. I love you.</p>
<p>Lord love a duck.</p>
<p>I am SO frustrated. Yes. That is my problem.</p>
<p>BUT what are we going to do about your incompetence and your unwillingness to accept your responsibility for your part of the business? A certain amount of charm and good hair will only take you so far.</p>
<p>!!!</p>
<p>I understand that dancers work VERY hard, and pour their hearts into every single session, every single day. But that in NO way means that they are “the hardest working athletes of all time”. I don’t think you understand that daily practices aren’t exactly a walk in the park for the rest of us either. And I’m doubtful as to which source you’re quoting from when you imply that they are the only athletes who “never complain about their pain”. One time when I was training with my team, we had to do 100x100 frees all out. That means you go HARD from number one to one hundred, all the way through. We got exactly 15 seconds rest in between each 100. And during the entire practice, not ONE person complained about ANYTHING. All you heard were extremely tired people encouraging each other; “Come on guys! Last 10! Last 8! We can do this!” And what exactly are you judging by when determining which athlete works the hardest? Stamina? Open-water swimming. Endurance? Try rowing. Level of difficulty? Ever worked the balance beam in gymnastics? Seriously, I love to know how your conclusion came about. Oh, and lastly, like in any other area of life, in sports there are those who strive to do their best and NEVER whine about it, and there are those who do. It all depends on the individual, not the entire cluster. And don’t worry about saying it when I was right there in front of you. It’s okay, I’m fine with being seen as a slacking, lazy athlete in a sport that requires absolutely no dedication. Come join me in the pool sometime! I hope we won’t have to fish you out in the middle of practice. Coach won’t like that.</p>
<p>Looks like it’s mostly parents here…
Sorry, sometimes teens need to vent too!</p>
<p>I need you to see you guys. Like now. :(</p>
<p>Why can’t you forgive her? Why? I am weeping now with the sadness of it all.</p>
<p>Please stop telling me every time I see you that your child did not get scholarships, or merit aid b/c you saved too much and make too much. </p>
<p>And don’t turn around and tell me that my children didn’t get merit aid - they got aid based on financial need.</p>
<p>Your child is a really great person, who did well in HS - but not as well as you think. I know you feel your student should have received more recognition. </p>
<p>I can access your salaries on the public salaries database - we make more than you, but don’t brag about it, and don’t live the lifestyle.</p>
<p>If I had my way, you would have been kicked out a while ago. You’re lucky mom never went through with her threats. And simply because your kid is a baby doesn’t mean he can do whatever he wants unsupervised when he’s over here.</p>
<p>OMG! You are a dear friend but you are a walking trainwreck! One very bad decision after another! Why ask my opinion if you are instead going to take the advice of your alcoholic drama queen friend and then come back and vent to me when the awful, terrible, very bad advice causes more problems.</p>
<p>Why do you have to be such an *hole? Why can’t you just work with us and solve the problem instead of trying to make yourself good at our expense? What is wrong with you that you get off on making something an issue then sit back while everyone has to scramble to fix something that shouldn’t be a problem in the first place?</p>
<p>My mother is dying, and now I have to deal with the drama and repercussions that you’ve created to make yourself look good.</p>
<p>Why is it that when you ask me to do something I do it. When I ask you to do something you forget. Now it is too late. I am left out, but you are not. Way to make me feel appreciated.</p>
<p>Not again. Same drama different week. I just really need to find out how to change the channel for this viewing…</p>
<p>I’m tired of being tired. I’m tired of trying to get you both to listen to me. I feel like I’m trying to meet you halfway and I’m not seeing either of you in the middle. I’ve been sitting here for nearly most of my life, waiting for you both to be here. I don’t know if it’s shame on me or shame on you. You can put the blame on me. Whatever is easiest on you.</p>
<p>I’m sick of working a crappy job that compromises who I am. Sick of pretending to adore men who have no idea who I am or what I’m about, as I dance merrily around them, assisting them in forgetting their problems. Mine, however, exist and rule my entire waking life. I can’t just “forget” them. I’m tired of never being able to study, because I have no energy. I’m tired of eating ramen noodle, when I do eat. I’d like to have a normal meal for a change, like with meat. I hate not having many friends, guess I just work too much. I hate that my grades are suffering. If only I just had more time, more energy…more everything. I hate knowing it could have been different. I hate money, mostly because I don’t have any. I’ve heard people say, “It’s good to work for what you have! It makes you a stronger person.” Then why don’t I feel strong? I feel incredibly weak. I don’t get enough calcium, so the stupid doctor I can’t afford says to me. My cholesterol is shot. I need to go to a dentist. My hair has been falling out a little bit lately, and who the hell knows about my cycle. Guess I really am a zombie. I’m sick of the tuition bill that arrives each month, but I guess we have a love/hate relationship- On one hand, I hate opening it up and lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what I’ll have to do to pay for it, but on the other hand, it is the most consistent thing in my life right now. I appreciate that. It will be here for me, on time, rain or shine.
I hate that you both could have helped me with this, but chose not to. But it’s barely about money really. I just want you both to notice me. I want you to tell me that you love me, and what I’m doing matters. I want you to answer the phone when I call, or at least call me once in a while. I’m not little anymore, but I could still use you both around. I hate this silent treatment.
I have no one to talk to about any of this.
I hate how all of this sounds. I hate being this horrible, bitter person who hates anyone and everyone who has it easier. I’m not entitled to an education.
And if I’m this tired and bitter and unhealthy and sad at nineteen, then I’m really questioning how I’ll be at 25, or 30, or 40.
I"m sick of being scared all of the time, and how I can’t get pleasure from anything. This all frustrates me to no end, and not talking about it aloud makes it seem like all of it doesn’t exist. I think I’m unstable, but maybe one day I’ll be able to afford a shrink and they will help me figure all of this out. I love you and miss you both. Please like me again. My love will never be conditional. You don’t even have to apologize, really. I’ll apologize. I’d spend the rest of my life making it up to you, even if I’ve done nothing wrong. Hell, we’ll pretend like I’ve done something wrong. Anything. Just don’t ignore me.</p>
<p>Whoever made this thread…thank you. :)</p>
<p>I know you think you know what you are doing but you really need to rethink your strategy. Giving research opportunities, study abroad programs and internships to children of wealthy donors seems smart short term but you are seriously ****ing off the top performers at your school. The parents are only around for so long but the students are alumni for life. We believe in supporting schools but I don’t believe I will ever be able to convince my child to give you a dime.</p>