You know... I want to say so badly that I'm past it, and I almost feel like I am. I almost feel like I don't give a shit about them. But there's just a teensy weensy part of me that really fucking hates them. Not the bio parents. They were clearly a mess of their own, living in a bad place, during a very bad time. I was too young for them to leave any scars. It's this adoptive motherfuckers. I hate them.
They've ruined so many lives. I watched it all happen. I was the dutiful daughter. Then, they turned. It made no sense. How could they turn on me after I'd supported so much of their garbage lives? How did I not run, like some of you? I could have gone to a shelter! I could have lived under a fucking bridge! But they brainwashed me, and I thought I was sick, and they controlled my every move with money and emotional manipulation.
I'm trying to move past this, but new shit keeps surfacing, before I even have time to deal with the old shit. This whole nonsense started because my Nrents wanted more grandbaby time, despite the fact they were very sick and very contagious. I said, "Sorry, we can't see you again this trip, we've already exposed ourselves twice. We're staying with the in-laws, sorry you don't get your last day to spew venom?" And then they lost their tiny minds. Everyone reemed me out, I was ungrateful for being adopted, I was going to kill my father by not visiting ONE MORE DAY, I was a horrible daughter, I've always been a horrible sister. I'm a lazy, overprotective, stupid, lousy parent, with the the happiest, smartest, most beautiful baby they ever did see, coochy coochy coo!
He's miserable and waiting to die. He's told me that. He just wants it all to end, and I bet he would do it himself if it weren't for the fact he lost a son to suicide, and sees it every day in his line of work. Just kick it, old man, and find a way to haunt her into a heart attack. She is so incredibly bitter. She never let us forget what a horrible, abusive, disgusting family she came from, thus justifying the bullshit she was putting us through.
Please, for the love of all that is pure and holy, FOAD. I am ready to live my life, without you in it.