Why are you so lazy? Thursday, May 18 2006

Dear Dad,

I’m glad to see you are finally getting up off your ass and cleaning up the house that you have neglected for almost 20 years. I know you had to work for the Army during 15 of those years but still you couldn’t even do minor work around the house to keep looking nice. You finally cleaned out the back shed, wait let me rephrase that, I finally cleaned out the back shed under your constant yelling because I wasn’t doing it right. So after 2 or 3 hours of cleaning the shed out and throwing away all the junk and trash accumulated into it into a trailer so you could take it to the dump, you have the nerve to yell at me when you told me to put everything in the trailer. I’m sorry that I couldn’t read your friggin mind that you wanted me to put that stuff in the trailer you were taking to the swap meet, NOT the trailer of trash, you know the one I have been putting shit in for the last 3 hours. So fuck you for not being clear about which friggin trailer this shit was supposed to go in. You had no right to yell at me for tearing up $500 bucks worth of shit (so you say it just looks like junk to me), because you didn’t clarify what trailer this “valuable” junk was supposed to go in. I don’t mind helping you clean up the house, hell I've been doing it more than you have over the years, it’s practically my house since you haven’t done shit to it, but I'm not your personal fucking slave. If you want me to help you, you ACTUALLY need to do some friggin work too, not just stand around and yell at me because I’m not doing it right, no, no let me restate that , not doing it the way you want it done because any other way is the wrong way, because it isn’t your way. It’s your house you need to be doing 95% of the work not 5%, and making me do the rest. Get up off your lazy no good ass and do some work you asshat!

Love Your Son,

Grik

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Why do you hate me so? Tuesday, May 9 2006

Dear Mom and Dad,

So I finally hear that my sister is moving back in and she gets my old room. All I have to say is why do you hate me so and love her so much more? I mean I moved out and you couldn’t wait to turn my old room into your sewing room, which is cool but you could have at least waited till I HAD MOVED out. Instead you started to paint my room the minute it was half empty, you didn’t give a shit that I still had to live there, and then when I turned out that I had to stay an extra week past what the landlord told me I had to look at my freshly painted room in all your flowery, pastel paint colors. It was bullshit, absolutely no respect to me whatsoever. And that is just the tip of the iceberg, my sister has always been your favorite, has always gotten every advantage you could give her, you paid for everything she ever wanted or need or thought she wanted. In the meantime I was forced to get a job at 16 so I could actually have money and so I could pay you back for the piece of shit car you bought me, and pay for everything I needed at school for everything I was involved in. Not that I minded having to get a job at 16 I wanted to anyway but being forced to so I could pay you for the car and for insurance to drive the car and then hoping I had money left over to hang out with my friends, it just wasn’t fair. So I moved out and got a place and when shit happens and had to move back home I had to jump through countless hoops  and had countless rules put on me( its like living in a prison here), but I had to abide by them because I had no where else to go. By this time my sister had moved out so I was thinking since I cant have my old room back maybe ill get here room instead and be in the house But no I couldn’t have been farther from the truth, instead I got stuck out in the exercise room, with no heat and electricity and not even in the fucking house. I dealt with it and fixed that place up and made it habitable with my own and how do you repay me? you yell at me for doing shit in your “ house “ that you didn’t authorize. Well screw you asshats for treating me so shabbily, But I do thank you for it has made me a stronger man, and I will never, NEVER treat my kids the way you have treated me. I do thank you for that but for everything else you guys can go to hell.

Love Your Son,

Grik

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Dear Dad Thursday, May 4 2006

Dear Dad,

Why are you such an asshat? For the last 9 months or so you have done nothing but tell the entire family that you will be dead in less than a year. You won’t tell us why you know this, if it comes from doctor’s tests about your diabetes or whatnot, you just tell us you know it will happen. Every month you deem it worthy to bring up this subject around dinner, and to remind us that even though you will be dead that we will be taken care of. You have worked everything out so we will be well off financially after you die. Well that’s all well and good but I really cant take the stress of knowing you’re going to be dead and not knowing why, or how you know that you are going top die. I wish you would stop being such an assho9le and tell us what the doctor’s have been telling you, it’s only fair that we know too since we are your family. Well after a couple months of not bringing it the subject up, you just had to open that can of worms again at dinner last night didn’t you? Well I'm sick and tired of hearing about it, I love you with all my heart, but if you’re going to friggin die, just fucking do it already. Now don’t get me wrong I don’t want you to go but I’m tired of hearing about it every friggin couple of weeks or month. It’s comet o the point to just shut the fuck up about it, or to just do it. I can’t handle the stress and wondering when this is going to happen since you seem to be 100% sure you are going to die. I don’t think you are going to I think you just think you are because your diabetes has acted up a little, and you are scared. Well so are we, who in their right mind likes to talk about that subject, or to think of you being dead. Since I know you are just scared and you aren’t going to drop dead anytime soon, SHUT THE FUCK UP about it already you asshat! Let’s enjoy the life you have left, and at only 65 you have many, many years yet, and not talk about you dying. I love you, but shut up about it already.

 

 

Love Your Son,

Grik

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