My biological parents. How dare you hit me and make fun of me. I'm 18, not a child. I wanted have a conversation with you. I wanted to know why you were being so demanding about some chores. I had been cleaning my room since I had gotten up and only took a break to eat. I did most of the rest of my chores and told you I'd finish tomorrow morning because I was scheduled for work in 40 minutes and wanted to get something to eat before I left. You screamed at me that because I didn't finish vacuuming I had to pay $200 a month starting right then. I thought I was reasonable with what I had said because I was out of time but you wouldn't sit down and talk with me on why. I understand you're the "parents" and I'm the child but how far does that go? Honestly. I pay for gas. I pay for any makeup classes I have to do in college. I'm not home half the time because I'm relaxing or going out with my loving boyfriend. I have a job and I'm trying to save so I can go to law school because you don't WANT to pay for it even though you have the money to at least help me. I told my "dad" the other night that I'm not surprised we don't get along. Is that what sparked it? Did you read my texts and realize I was going to cut your toxic asses out of my life when I left for law school? Or are you angry that my boyfriend gave me a promise ring 4 months into our relationship because we know it's real without asking you? Parents shouldn't verbally abuse their child no matter their age and then hit them when they say stop or they started cry because they're too tired. You have only praised me for being completely obedient for a week but I can't do that anymore. I am my own person. You won't see it. You refuse to it. You refuse to see how well I'm doing in school now. You refuse sit down and talk with me. You refuse to watch a movie with me or cook with me or even learn what I like and don't like because you decided my likes and dislikes, apparently. "My parents don't understand me" is what every teenager has said. I don't remember a time when you did or when I haven't said that honestly. I don't understand you either. Why do you hit me? Why do you call me names? Why do you refuse to get to know me for who I've become? Why do I dissapoint you so much? What did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much?