<p>Stop saying your kid is staying for a fifth year to do a masters. Everyone knows the truth is he failed several required courses junior and senior years. He’ll never get a job with his gpa. Perhaps if he had been required to work to contribute towards his education he would have taken it seriously.</p>
<p>Stop being so self-centered. You need to put your SO first, not yourself. She won’t put up with it and then you will lose the best thing that ever happened to you. You can’t always have your own way. Being an only child is not an excuse!</p>
<p>Why do you always go looking for trouble by having a boyfriend. It always ends up with drama and then you ignore your well being and you get sick and now you are 4000 miles away and I though freshman year was going to be a chance for you to get out there and experience what college has to offer and you manage 2 days into school to get into a relaitonship with a grad student with a visa issue who you say you want to marry and he’s getting ready to be kicked out of the country and he can’t be bothered to do anything but stick his head in the sand and ignore the problem and meanwhile you spend all your time worrying about this and not concentrating on your classes and its all going to end in tears and i don’t see why you can’t just recognise you’ve been given a great opportunity to go out and experience life and all you want to do is hang on the arm of a boy, any boy and you rush in before you learn to know someone and then “love” clouds your judgement and you start to lose who you are even before you’ve really found yourself. And I worry and normally that would have me try to barge in and try to save the day but I’ve vowed not to do that and to let you take your own path in life so you see for yourself what works and what doesn’t but that doesn’t make it any easier to sit by and watch as you get hurt and or disrespect yourself or let others take advantage of you.</p>
<p>whew…</p>
<p>To the couple sitting next to us: We are in the theater watching a show. I came to listen to the singing and dancing, not your constant conversation with your boyfriend. And to the lady on the other side of you, turn of your <em>(&&</em>(_ phone. Is there really a need to text throughout the show? Do you not realize that the light from the screen is really distrating? How utterly rude.</p>
<p>Ok, I’ll admit it, I am a bad person… I really truly do not give a ***** about saving those baby elephants. I care about a lot of things, baby elephants are not even on my radar. How can you be so into it??? Stop sending me video links etc. I DON’T CARE!!!</p>
<p>Everytime he goes away you get depressed and I need to spend my down time making sure you eat and take your medicine. I really wish you would consider an assisted living because the amount of care that you require and the time, has reached the point of too much. I don’t know if you realize that you have hurt me so much by never saying thankyou, but what hurts the most is that it is so obvious you just do not appreciate anything that my husband and I do for you. Do you know how many weekends we have cancelled just to be by your side? My husband did not go on vacation with me and the kids because you can’t be left alone. You were a great dad but I have really never forgiven you for how you hurt my sister. I often wonder if you remember the day she died because I know you don’t remember my mothers anniversary, but you sure remember the other woman in your life. It still makes me sick that you forgot to help your own flesh and blood when she needed you the most.</p>
<p>Look, okay, I was a SAHM! I wasn’t lazy. I wasn’t stupid! I don’t know or care if that fact made my children better or smarter or kinder or anything! I only know that my H and children were happy I was home. And so we have had a peaceful content life. And I feel good about it except when listening to idiotic comments of working parents!! Sigh, the mommy wars are not yet over.</p>
<p>Pick up your g-d d–n towel up off the bathroom floor!!! Why is it that I can tell you ONE time not to touch the stove because it is hot, but it takes a FULL FIFTEEN YEARS to try and train you in this simple task!!! AAAARRRRGGGHHHHHHHH!!! </p>
<p>Do there really have to be CONSEQUENCES for everything in order for you to be forced into doing them?? Isn’t it enough that it is just common sense for any human or maybe the fact that it makes me happy when I do so much for you and ask so little.</p>
<p>(deep cleansing breath) okay…</p>
<p>We’ve know him for six years as your boyfriend. We have experienced life and death with him. You are the one who we love and support more than anyone else. But how do you expect me not to wonder how he is? I don’t ask you. I don’t talk to anyone about it. But there are people with the same first name. Don’t snap when I hear “his” name, be it the ex or another kid.</p>
<p>I know your secretive and sensitive. Fine. I’m sorry that you’re secretive and sensitive because this is a small town and people talk. I don’t talk, that is, I listen.</p>
<p>I am sick of living with two adults who behave like middle school-ers. You are both only concerned with how you can prove your superiority to the other. Well, you both are babies and I don’t look up to either one of you. I burst into tears because I can’t handle it anymore and what do you tell me? That I shouldn’t concern myself with it. That all I should be worrying about is college. Well guess what? The last thing I want to do is work on my apps when you are drunk every single night and all she does is tell me how much she hates you. You don’t even like each other, so do me a favor and one of you just leave. For my sanity just leave. The only thing you have given me is a negative outlook on life and a hyper-critical point of view. Thanks a bunch.</p>
<p>Do you really think that it’s so important what your political views are that you chose to spend a large part of every day pontificating? Get off the internet and enjoy your life!</p>
<p>^^oooh…I like that one!</p>
<p>She isn’t good at math because she’s ASIAN. She works her a** off, and studied all weekend for that test. That’s why she got the highest grade in the class, so don’t embarrass her and yourself by saying something so foolish. And her sister, who doesn’t study as hard, will NOT be taking your class next year.</p>
<p>Please don’t ask me to help you with the problems in your relationship. I’m not very good at agreeing with you when you are wrong and you don’t like me pointing out when you are being a baby so why do you constantly look for me for advice on this when all you want is for someone to listen to your bs and then agree with you. well sorry i can’t agree with you when your wrong…so go talk to friends your own age not me…i’ll support you and love you and be there to talk about anything else but this…this topic is not one we should be discussing because you never like what i have to say so please don’t ask</p>
<p>Let me get this right. You call five times yesterday in a panic because you can’t find your wallet. How are you going to replace your keys, your keys to your department building, your debit care, your student ID, you driver’s license that you need on Saturday. Tears, frustration, irritation. All understandable. So you call me to vent, to ask for suggestions of how to pull it together. I dig out your passport so you will have ID on Sat. </p>
<p>So an email today (thank the lord for small considerations) to say it was returned and all I get in reply is “a mystery?” Are you too busy for me now? No thanks for helping yesterday? Just listening. By the time I got off the phone with you on the last call my BP had skyrocketed - you really have no clue how immature you are.</p>
<p>Oh worknprogress2…i feel your pain honestly i do.</p>
<p>That was exhausting. I hope good can come from this.</p>
<p>Now you must rethink everything you had planned. I wish you could take some advice but I know you need to do this your way. I love you!</p>
<p>The anger and sadness in my heart is so great – I will never, ever forgive you.</p>
<p>I accepted the hard truth that you would never care enough to take me to the doctor or dentist. I’ve had a hand injury since the fifth grade that I still have today. My wisdom teeth are still intact despite the pain I get on occasion. I literally, with no exaggeration, cannot remember the last time I’ve ever had a checkup. My glasses prescription was years old.</p>
<p>I put up with you and the rest of the family mocking/teasing me for being “nerdy” growing up. I tolerated the alienation for not being into sports like my brother was. </p>
<p>I understood that if I ever wanted anything in life, I could never ask you. I had to figure out a way to pay for everything myself because you would rather spend the money on a big screen TV in your bedroom or a new speedboat (which you took out a second mortgage for).</p>
<p>I even pushed past the fact that you got off on punishing me at random. Even though, most of the time, my brother was at fault – I was the scapegoat. This is probably the only thing you’ve ever admitted to. My brother could screw up in the biggest ways and nothing would ever happen to him. You’d all find a way to put me at fault and then punish me. He was the one doing drugs. He was the one failing school. He was the one making messes all the time. Not me.</p>
<p>But despite all this, I knew that I had a pathway to a better life. I worked my <em>ass</em> off in school in ways you will never understand. Despite all those times you decided to lock down my computer even when I had essays to do – despite all the garbage I had to put up with back home – I succeeded. I emerged from my high school as valedictorian with perfect SATs and an acceptance to virtually every school (and Ivy) I applied to. </p>
<p>I even managed to come to grips with the reality of my father’s death. I gave you my life’s savings during that hard time and all my SS checks, but instead you spent everything on alcohol, continued to cheat, refused to help me with FAFSA, and reaped the benefits of that massive insurance policy.</p>
<p>You’ve cut corners with me my whole life. As long as I had a pulse, that was good enough for you. The least you could have done is put some of that policy towards my education. Instead, all your assets and policies murdered my financial aid. Alas, no – you didn’t want to work or contribute. That money was <em>your</em> money and somehow <em>you</em> earned it.</p>
<p>On top of all this, I hate your new husband. At 15 years your senior, he’s basically a retired sugar-daddy. You’ve never had to work a day in your life. While you were out taking trips and cruises and buying summer homes, I was suffering in college, working to make ends meet. My only dream for escaping into a better life was being taken away from me. The strain was simply so great. I never got to enjoy my college experience the way I wanted to, and now I have unwieldy loans to show for it.</p>
<p>I left college depressed and angry. I had graduated with a Wharton degree, but I felt no smarter leaving it than I did going in. Your brother – my uncle – under the guise of extending a helping hand to me so I could find work, really had no such intention at all. I was basically a prisoner trapped in a solitary room for six months with limited food and no realistic means of finding work. All that mattered to him was whether or not I could create websites for his clinic.</p>
<p>I’m so tired of whining and feeling this way. The only way I can express myself, apparently, is anonymously on an Internet message board. Where else can I possibly vent this?</p>
<p>Thank goodness I managed to escape and come here to New York. Thank goodness for CC. Without this site, I can only imagine how much worse life may be right now. I’ve got a LOT of catching up to do, but so far, things are better. I hope that one day you’ll feel great shame and embarrassment for your failure to be a good parent. When I have kids someday, I will do my best to ensure a good future for them. I will foster their passions and support them in ways you never supported me. I will teach them how to work hard but not drown. I will teach them how to excel but not lose sight of their passions. I will teach them how to ask the right questions and how to find answers. I will show them love and a genuine interest in their lives.</p>
<p>So, I’m sure you won’t mind when I say that I will never, ever forgive you.</p>
<p>Aagghhhhhh, that was therapeutic to write that.</p>
<p>^^ I kind of want to hug you right now.</p>