Dear Dad,

When I was a child, we used to be so close to one another. I remember how I would always share with you about things that are on my mind, but now, I can't seem to want to be in the same room as you, let alone be in the same space as you. I really wish we could at least see eye to eye on things for once, and be able to try to at least maintain that close relationship we once had. I'm beginning to think that nothing will ever be good enough for you, because of all those freaking standards you've forced me to live up to(which are very impossible, I might add). I sometimes think that you're the type of person that just seems to value money over your own daughter. If me moving out one will help you to slowly come to your senses then fine, so be it. It's completely outrageous to charge your only daughter $650.00/month just to live with you and your wife, but don't worry, Dad-once I'm out of your life you'll never have to worry about me "taking up your precious space" ever again, trust me on that.