Dear Dad

Why do you have to do this? Why do you have to throw a tantrum every single time you don’t get your way? Why do you have to take away things that I’m trying to make happen? You say that we burned you out, that you have no motivation anymore for any projects like the garden or cleaning up the yard for my graduation in TWO YEARS. You do all these other projects and all these other things for yourself, and you do projects for us when you have absolutely nothing left to do. Whenever we have homework or have something else to do you accuse us of being lazy, ungrateful, me a bitch and my brother a pussy. You were nice once. Why aren’t you now?

With slightly less love than before,

Your daughter.